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ACKNOWLEDGMENTS 


Acknowledgments are made to Charles 
Scribner’s Sons for the use of My Shadow , from 
A Child’s Garden of Verses : 

To Houghton, Mifflin & Company for The 
Leak in the Dike , from The Poems of Phcebe 
Cary: 

To the American Book Company for The 
Reindeer and the Rabbit , from the old Mc- 
Guffey Second Eclectic Reader; and for 
Young Soldiers and The Lord’s Prayer , from the 
old McGuffey Third Eclectic Reader. 

Thanks are also rendered to Mrs. Mar- 
garet E. Sangster for the use of Dear Little 
Heads in the Pew, and to Professor Irsay de 
Irsa and others for advice and encourage- 
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HEART AND HEARTHSTONE 

Some precious words are born of earth, 

Some others by the angels given; 

But sweetest of celestial birth 

Are these: “My Mother,” “Home,” and 
“Heaven.” 






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THE FATHER’S WILL 

How sweet the home of Nazareth, 
Where Mary mother smiled, 
And flowers of duty daily bloomed 
About the holy Child. 


His Father’s will was all his task 
Within that earthly home, 

The will forever done in heaven, 
Whence he so late had come. 

Obedient, gentle, loving, meek, 
He worked at Joseph’s side: 
Does nothing from that daily toil 
Through all the years abide? 



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But wheresoe’er a Christian child 
Does on tl\e earth fulfil 
With humble, reverent, tender heart, 

The heavenly Father’s will, 

The work, though mean and poor to 
view, 

With heavenly grace is fraught, 

Since age to age it passes on 
The lesson Jesus taught. 


WHEN FATHER COMES HOME 

When my father comes home in the evening 
from work, 

Then I will get up on his knee, 

And tell him how many nice lessons I’ve 
learned, 

And show him how good I can be. 

He’ll ask me what number I know how to 
count, 

I’ll tell him what words I can spell; 

And if I can learn something new every 
day, 

I hope soon to read very well. 









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I’ll repeat to him all the good verses I know, 
And tell him how kind we must be, 

That we never must hurt little creatures at all; 
And he will be glad, and love me. 

I’ll tell him we always must try to please God, 
And never be cruel nor rude, 

For God is the Father of all living things, 

He cares for and blesses the good. 


DEAR MAMMA 


My own mamma; my dear mamma! 

How happy shall I be 
To-morrow night at candlelight, 

When she comes home to me! 

’Tis just one week since on my cheek 
She pressed the parting kiss: 

It seems like two; I never knew 
So long a week as this. 

My tangled hair she smoothed with care, 
With water bathed my brow; 

And all with such a gentle touch — 

I wish she’d do it now. 



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FOR MOTHER 

I give my mother lots of kisses, 

There’s really never one she misses: 

A “wake-up kiss” right in the morning, 
A “good-night kiss” when I am yawning, 
A “sorry kiss” when I’ve been bad, 

A “happy kiss’’ when I am glad. 

Once she was sick; I went to stay 
At auntie’s house, oh, miles away! 

Then I sent kisses in a letter; 

She said they truly made her better. 
There’s never really one she misses, 

Oh, I give mother lots of kisses. 


PAPA IS COMING 

I know he’s coming by this sign, — 

The baby’s almost wild! 

See how he laughs and crows and starts — 
Heaven bless the merry child! 

He’s father’s self in face and limb, 

And father’s heart is strong in him. 

Shout, baby, shout! and clap thy hands, 

For father on the threshold stands. 





HEART AND HEARTHSTONE 

MY FATHER BLESSED ME 

My father raised his trembling hand 
And laid it on my head; 

“God bless thee, O my son, my son! 
Most tenderly he said. 

He died, and. left no gems or gold: 

But still I was his heir, 

For that rich blessing which he gave 
Became a fortune rare. 


WELCOME 

Welcome, welcome, little stranger, 
To this busy world of care; 
Nothing can thy peace endanger, 
Nothing now thy steps ensnare. 

Mother’s heart is filled with pleasure, 
All her feelings are awake; 

Gladly would she, little treasure, 

All thy pains and sufferings take. 

Mayest thou, if designed by heaven 
Future days and years to see, 

Soothe her, make her passage even; 
Let her heart rejoice in thee. 



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May her anxious cares and labors 
Be repaid by filial love; 

And thy soul be crowned with favors 
From the boundless source above. 

— Taylor. 





THE PRINCE COMES ! 

“What is this pretty little thing, 

That nurse so carefully doth bring, 

And round its head a blanket fling? 

A baby! 

“Oh, dear, how very soft its cheek; 
Why, nurse, 1 cannot make it speak, 

And it can’t walk, it is so weak. 

A baby! 

“Oh, I’m afraid that it will die; 

Why can’t it eat as well as I, 

And jump, and talk? Do let it try. 

Poor baby!” 

“Why, you were once a baby too, 

And could not jump as now you do, 

But good mamma took care of you, 

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“And then she taught your little feet 
To pat along the carpet neat, 

And called papa to come and meet 

His baby. 

“O dear mamma, to take such care, 
And no kind pains and trouble spare 
To feed and nurse you when you were 

A baby.” 


WHERE DID YOU COME FROM, 
BABY DEAR? 

Where did you come from, baby dear? 

Out of the everywhere into here. 

Where did you get your eyes so blue? 

Out of the sky as I came through. 

Where did you get that little tear? 

I found it waiting when I got here. 

What makes your forehead so smooth and high? 
A soft hand stroked it as I went by. 

What makesyourcheek like awarm, white rose? 
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Whence that three-cornered smile of bliss? 
Three angels at once gave me a kiss. 

Where did you get this pearly ear? 

God spoke, and it came out to hear. 

How did they all just come to you? 

God thought about me, and so I grew. 

But how did you come to us, you dear? 
God thought about you, and so I am here. 

— George Macdonald. 


HUSHABY 

Hushaby, hushaby, 

Baby, do not weep; 

On thy downy pillow lie, 
Softly, softly sleep. 

Hushaby, hushaby, 

Now thine eyelids close; 
While thy mother sitting by 
Watches thy repose. 









HEART AND HEARTHSTONE 

Angel spirits round thee fly, 
Guarding thee from harm. 

Hushaby, hushaby, 

Slumber sweet be given; 
On thy downy pillow lie, 
Precious gift from heaven. 


BABY, SLEEP 

Sleep, baby, sleep, 

No longer weep; 

Near thee sits thy little brother, 
Close beside thee is thy mother: 
Sleep, baby, sleep. 

Sleep, baby, sleep, 

No longer weep; 

Israel’s Shepherd watches o’er thee, 
No rude danger lies before thee: 
Sleep, baby, sleep. 


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SONGS FOR THE LITTLE ONES 


SWEETLY SLEEP 

Sleep, my baby— sleep, my boy, 
Rest your little weary head; 
’Tis your mother rocks her boy 
In his little cradle bed. 

All the little birds are sleeping — 
Every one has gone to rest; 
And my precious one is resting 
In his pretty cradle nest. 


SLEEP, BABY! SLEEP! 

Sleep, baby! sleep! 

Thy father watches his sheep, 

Thy mother is shaking the dreamland 
tree, 

And down falls a little dream on thee. 
Sleep, baby! sleep! 

Sleep, baby! sleep! 

The large stars are the sheep; 

The little stars are the lambs, I guess, 

And the bright moon is the shepherdess. 
Sleep, baby! sleep! 


HEART AND HEARTHSTONE 


Sleep, baby! sleep! 

Thy Saviour loves his sheep; 

He is the Lamb of God on high, 
Who for our sakes came down to die. 
Sleep, baby! sleep! 


GOOD-NIGHT 

Baby, baby, lay your head 
On your pretty little bed; 

Shut your eye-peeps, now the day 
And the light are gone away; 

All the clothes are tucked in tight, 
Little baby dear, good-night, 

Sleep, my sweet, till morning light. 

MORNING 

Baby, baby, ope your eye, 

For the sun is in the sky, 

And he’s peeping once again 
Through the clear, bright window-pane; 
Little baby, do not keep 
Any longer fast asleep, 

Through your cradle curtains peep. 


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THE BABY-JUMPER 


Now, little Georgie, jump up high; 

Never mind, Georgie, mother is by: 

Crow and caper, caper and crow, 

There, little baby, there you go, 

Up to the ceiling, down to the ground, 
Upwards and downwards, round and round; 
Then jump, little Georgie, and mother shall 


sing, 


While the gay, merry bells go ting-a-ling-ling. 

LEARNING TO WALK 

Come, my darling, come away, 

Take a pretty walk to-day; 

Run along, and never fear, 

I’ll take care of baby dear; 

Up and down with little feet, 

That’s the way to walk, my sweet. 

Now you are so very near, 

Soon you’ll get to mother dear; 

There, she comes along at last: 

Here’s my finger, hold it fast. 

Now, one pretty little kiss, 


After such a walk as this. 



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MY BROTHER 





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Who often with me kindly played, 

And all my little playthings made, 

Through lonely hours who with me stayed? 

My brother. 



Who made a sled when winter came, 
With little ropes to draw the same, 

And on its sides carved out my name? 

My brother. 

And who was it that taught to me 
The way to read my A, B, C, 

And marked them on the slate for me? 

My brother. 

Then may I ever grateful be 
For all thy kindness shown to me, 

And ne’er withdraw my love from thee, 

My brother. 







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LOVE YOUR LITTLE BROTHER 

I had a little friend; 

And every day he crept 
In sadness to his brother’s tomb, 

And laid him down and wept. 

And when I asked him why 
He mourned so long and sore, 

He answered through his tears, “Because 
I did not love him more. 

“Sometimes I was not kind, 

Or cross, or coldly spake;’’ 

And then he turned away, and sobbed 
As though his heart would break. 

Brothers and sisters are a gift 
Of mercy from the skies; 

And may I always think of this 
Whene’er they meet my eyes; 

Be tender, good, and kind, 

And love them in my heart, 

Lest I should sigh with bitter grief, 
When we are called to part. 

— Mrs. Sigourney. 



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THE BROOK 

’Twas here my sister dear was drowned 
One long, bright summer-day; 

Here was the little darling found 
By good and faithful Tray. 

’Tis many years since Ellen died; 

But I have not forgot 

The moment we her bonnet spied 
Beside this very spot. 

How very wet her golden hair, 

And how it made me weep 

To see her lie so still and fair, 

And know it was not sleep. 

Poor Tray sits watching in my face 
With such an earnest look; 

He knows full well how sad a place 
Is this sweet babbling brook. 

Had I a sister now to love, 

How very kind I’d be; 

Ellen, the little gentle dove, 

Was always kind to me. 



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LOVE ONE ANOTHER 

A little girl with a happy look 
Sat slowly reading a ponderous book 
All bound with velvet and edged with gold, 
And its weight was more than the child could 
hold; 

Yet dearly she loved to ponder it o’er, 

And every day she prized it more; 

For it said — and she looked at her smiling 
mother — 

It said, “Little children, love one another.” 

She thought it was beautiful in the book, 

And the lesson home to her heart she took; 
She walked on her way with a trusting grace, 
And a dovelike look in her meek young 
face, 

Which said, just as plain as words could say, 
The holy Bible I must obey; 

So, mamma, I’ll be kind to my darling brother, 
For “little children must love each other.” 

I am sorry he’s naughty, and will not play, 
But I’ll love him still, for I think the way 
To make him gentle and kind to me, 

Will be better shown, if I let him see 


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I strive to do what I think is right: 

And thus, when we kneel in prayer to-night, 
I will clasp my arms about my brother, 

And say, “Little children, love one another. ” 


The little girl did as her Bible taught, 

And pleasant indeed was the change it 
wrought; 

For the boy looked up in glad surprise, 

To meet the light of her loving eyes: 

His heart was full — he could not speak, 

But he pressed a kiss on his sister’s cheek, 
And God looked down on the happy mother, 
Whose “little children loved one another.’’ 



SYMPATHY 


Does your head ache, little brother? 

Are you sick, and are you weak? 
Are you sad, and tired of playing? 
Does it hurt you when you speak? 


I can’t cure you, darling brother, 
Cannot ease a single pain; 

I’ll go ask our heavenly Father, 
He can make you well again. 







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If two are in the churchyard laid, 

Then you are only five.” 

“Their graves are green, they may be seen,” 
The little maid replied, 

“Twelve steps or more from mother’s door. 
And they are side by side. 

“My stockings there I often knit; 

My ’kerchief there I hem; 

And there upon the ground I sit — 

I sit and sing to them. 

“And often after sunset, sir, 

When it is light and fair, 

I take my little porringer, 

And eat my supper there. 

“The first that died was little Jane; 

In bed she moaning lay, 

Till God released her from her pain, 

And then she went away. 

“So in the churchyard she was laid; 

And when the grass was dry, 

Together round her grave we played, 

My brother John and I. 


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“And when the ground was white with snow, 
And I could run and slide, 

My brother John was forced to go 
And he lies by her side. ” 

“How many are you, then,” said I, 

“If those two are in heaven?” 

The little maiden did reply, 

“Oh, master, we are seven.” 

“But they are dead — those two are dead, 
Their spirits are in heaven.” 

’Twas throwing words away, for still 

The little maid would have her will, 

And said, “Nay, we are seven.” 

— JVordsworth . 







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He’s come to visit us, you see; 

Nurse says I must be good 
And mind my manners, as a child 
With such a grandpa should. 

For grandpa’s very straight and tall, 

And very dignified; 

He knows ’most all there is to know, 
And other things beside. 

So, though my grandpa knows so much 
I thought that maybe boys 
Were things he hadn’t studied, 

They make such awful noise. 

But when at dinner I asked for 
Another piece of pie, 

I thought I saw a twinkle 
In the corner of his eye. 

And left us two alone, 

I was not quite so much surprised 
To find how nice he’d grown. 

You should have seen us romp and run! 

My! now I almost see 
That p’r’aps he was, long, long ago, 

A little boy like me. 

— The Round Table. 











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HEART AND HEARTHSTONE 35 

THE BLIND BOY 

“Dear Mary,” said the poor blind boy, 
“That little bird sings very long; 

Say, do you see him in his joy, 

And is he pretty as his song?” 

“Yes, Edward, yes,” replied the maid, 

“I see the bird on yonder tree”; 

The poor boy sighed, and gently said, 

“Sister, I wish that I could see. 

“The flowers, you say, are very fair, 

And bright green leaves are on the trees, 

And pretty birds are singing there — 

How beautiful for one who sees. 

“Yet I the fragrant flowers can smell, 

And I can feel the green leaf’s shade, 

And I can hear the notes that swell 

From those dear birds that God has made 

“So, sister, God to me is kind, 

Though sight to me he has not given; 

But tell me, are there any blind 

Among the children up in heaven?” 


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LITTLE NEIGHBORS 



Two children are at the door, mamma, 
Two children are at the door, 

A little boy and a little girl, 

And the wind is biting, at every whirl, 
Their feet all naked and sore. 



Oh, hasten and bring them in, mamma, 

Oh, hasten and bring them in, 

And let them sit by the fire so warm, 

For they have been out in the cold, cold storm, 
And their clothes are tattered and thin. 

And tell them this is their home, mamma, 
Oh, tell them this is their home; 

And give them something to eat that's nice, 
Of bread and butter a good large slice, 

And bid them no more to roam. 







For isn’t it all too bad, mamma, 

Oh, isn’t it all too bad, 

That they must starve, or beg in the street, 
No cloak to their backs, or shoes to their feet, 
While I am so finely clad? 


It may be God sent them here, mamma, 
It may be God sent them here, 







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And now looks down from his home in the 
sky, 

To watch them and see whether you and 1 
Are kind to his children dear. 

And will he not angry be, mamma, 

And will he not angry be, 

If we let them go on in the storm so rough, 
To perish with want, while more than enough 
For them and for us have we? 

A BOY’S FAITH 

I knew a widow very poor, 

Who four small children had; 

The eldest was but six years old, 

A gentle, modest lad. 

And very hard this widow toiled 
To feed her children four; 

A noble heart the mother had, 

Though she was very poor. 

To labor, she would leave her home, 

For children must be fed; 

And glad was she when she could buy 
A shilling’s worth of bread. 





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And this was all the children had 
On any day to eat: 

They drank their water, ate their bread, 
But never tasted meat. 

One day when snow was falling fast, 

And piercing was the air, 

I thought that I would go and see 
How these poor ones might fare. 

Ere long I reached their cheerless home — 
’Twas searched by every breeze — 

When, going in, the eldest child 
I saw upon his knees. 

I paused to hear poor Willie’s prayer; 

He never raised his head, 

But still went on, and said, “Give us 
This day our daily bread.” 

I waited till the child was done, 

Still listening as he prayed; 

And when he rose, 1 asked him why 
That prayer he then had said. 

“Why, sir,” said he, “this morning, when 
My mother went away, 

She wept, because she said she had 
No bread for us to-day. 


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“She said we children now must starve, 

Our father being dead; 

And then I told her not to cry, 

For 1 could get some bread. 

“ ‘Our Father,’ sir, the prayer begins, 

Which made me think that he, 

As we have no kind father here, 

Would our kind Father be. 




“And then you know, sir, that the prayer 
Asks God for bread each day; 

So in the corner, sir, I went, 

And that’s what made me pray.’’ 

I quickly left that wretched room, 

And went with fleeting feet, 

And very soon was back again 
With food enough to eat. 

“I thought God heard me,’’ said the boy. 

I answered with a nod; 

I could not speak, but much I thought 
Of Willie’s faith in God. 





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SONGS FOR THE LITTLE ONES 


THE ORPHAN FLOWER-GIRL 


“My flowers — who’ll buy?” cried a sweet 
little child, 


An orphan left friendless and poor; 

“Eve roses and pinks, and sweet-brier wild, 
And heaven will bless you thrice o’er. 
Then pray buy my roses, indeed they’re not 
dear; 

Each bud shall be moistened with grati- 
tude’s tear. 



“Oh, pray buy my roses — for hard is my fate, 
My poor little sisters want bread; 

Bestow but a mite, before ’ tis too late; 

Our parents to heaven are fled. 

Then pray buy my roses, indeed they’re not 
dear; 

Each bud shall be moistened with grati- 
tude’s tear. ’’ 

THE BLACKBERRY-GIRL 

“Why, Phebe, are you come so soon? 

Where are your berries, child? 

You cannot, sure, have sold them all, 

You had a basket piled.’’ 






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4 ‘No, mother, as I climbed the fence, 

The nearest way to town, 

My apron caught upon the stake, 

And so J tumbled down. 

“I scratched my arm, and tore my hair, 
But still did not complain; 

And had my blackberries been safe, 

Should not have cared a grain. 

“But when I saw them on the ground, 

All scattered by my side, 

1 picked my empty basket up, 

And down I sat and cried. 

“Just then a pretty little maid 
Chanced to be walking by; 

She stopped, and looking pitiful, 

She begged me not to cry. 

“ ‘Poor little girl, you fell,’ said she, 

‘And must be sadly hurt;’ 

‘O no,’ 1 cried; ‘but see my fruit, 

All mixed with sand and dirt. ’ 

“ ‘Well, do not grieve for that,’ she said, 
‘Go home, and get some more.’ 

‘Ah, no, for 1 have stripped the vines, 
These were the last they bore. 








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“ ‘My father, Miss, is very poor, 

And works in yonder stall; 

He has so many little ones, 

He cannot clothe us all. 

“ ‘1 always longed to go to church, 

But never could 1 go; 

For when I asked him for a gown, 

He always answered, “No; 

“There’s not a father in the world 
That loves his children more; 

I’d get you one with all my heart, 

But, Phebe, I am poor.’’ 

“ ‘But when the blackberries were ripe, 
He said to me one day, 

“Phebe, if you will take the time 
That’s given you for play, 

“And gather blackberries enough, 

And carry them to town, 

To buy your bonnet and your shoes, 

I’ll try to get a gown.’’ 

“ ‘Oh, Miss, I fairly jumped for joy, 
My spirits were so light; 



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And so, when I had leave to play, 

I picked with all my might. 

“ ‘I sold enough to get my shoes, 

About a week ago; 

And these, if they had not been spilt, 
Would buy a bonnet, too. 

“ ‘But now they’re gone, they all are gone, 
And I can get no more, 

And Sundays I must stay at home 
Just as I did before. ’ 

“And, mother, then I cried again 
As hard as I could cry; 

And looking up, I saw a tear 
Was standing in her eye. 

“She caught her bonnet from her head, 
‘Here, here,’ she cried, ‘take this!’ 

‘O no, indeed, for your mamma 
Would be offended, Miss.’ 

“ ‘My mother? never; she delights 
All sorrow to beguile; 

And ’ tis the sweetest joy she feels, 

To make the w T retched smile. 




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SONGS FOR THE LITTLE ONES 


“ ‘She taught me when I had enough, 
To share it with the poor; 

And never let a needy child 
Go empty from the door. 

“ ‘So take it, for you need not fear 
Offending her, you see; 

I have another, too, at home, 

And one’s enough for me.’ 

“So then I took it — here it is — 

For pray what could I do? 

And, mother, 1 shall love that girl 
As long as 1 love you.” 


HOW SELFISH IT IS ! 

I’ve a home and kind friends, and abundance 
to eat, 

And clothing sufficient, both decent and neat, 
And books, that my mind may to knowledge 
aspire, 

And all that a child can in reason desire; 

But to care for my comfort, and only for this, 
And forget my poor neighbors, how selfish 


HEART AND HEARTHSTONE 


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I have got a plum-cake, and the whole is my 
own, 

And no one will know, if 1 eat it alone; 

But what if the cake be so sweet and so nice, 

1 dare say poor John would be glad of a slice: 

My treat he shall share, a large slice shall be 
his, 

For to eat all one’s self, oh, how selfish it is! 

My aunt kindly gave me a quarter last night, 

For she knew that 1 wanted to buy a new 
kite; 

But a poor aged widow lives over the way, 

And she says she has not had a morsel to-day: 

“Here, dry up your tears, and buy something 
with this, 

For to spend all on playthings, how selfish 
it is! ” 

As Christ has commanded, I’ll constantly try 

My neighbor to love and myself to deny; 

From my own little pleasures a trifle I’ll 
spare, 

To gladden his heart and to lighten his care; 

That whate’er my friends find in my conduct 
amiss, 

They never may say, oh, how selfish he is! 




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46 SONGS FOR THE LITTLE ONES 

THINKING OF MERCIES 

Whene’er I take my walks abroad, 

How many poor I see; 

How shall I render to my God 
For all his gifts to me? 

Not more than others I deserve, 

Yet God has given me more; 

For I have food, while others starve, 

Or beg from door to door. 

While some poor creatures scarce can tell 
Where they may lay their head, 

I have a home wherein to dwell, 

And rest upon my bed. 

While others early learn to swear, 

And curse, and lie, and steal, 

Lord, I am taught thy name to fear, 

And do thy holy will. 

Are these thy favors, day by day, 

To me above the rest? 

Then let me love thee more than they, 
And try to serve thee best. 

— Watts. 


HOUR BY HOUR 


The seconds fly — a minute’s gone; 
The minutes fly — an hour is run; 
The day is fled — the night is here: 
Thus flies a week — a month — a year! 


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50 SONGS FOR THE LITTLE ONES 

MORNING 

Awake! awake! my love; 

The Saviour from above, 

Would lend his gracious ear 
To listen to your prayer: 

Rise and unbosom every care. 

Awake! awake! my love; 

The Saviour from above, 

In accents kind and mild, 

Would own you as his child, 

Though you’re by nature all defiled. 

Awake! awake! my love; 

The Saviour from above 
Can pardon all your sin, 

And bid your soul be clean; 

His blood can cleanse from every stain. 






HOUR BY HOUR 

Little eyes must open too, 

Little folks have work to do: 

I must dress me quick and neat, 

Nice and clean from head to feet; 
Good cold water must not spare, 
Brush my teeth and comb my hair; 
Then kneel down and slowly say — 
Thinking not of work or play, 

But with fixed and earnest thought — 
That dear prayer our Saviour taught; 
Then think softly how to-day 
I the Saviour can obey; 

How God’s name can hallowed be, 
And his will be done by me. 

I must be a Christian child, 

Gentle, patient, meek, and mild; 
Must be honest, simple, true, 

In my words and actions too. 

I must cheerfully obey, 

Giving up my will and way; 

Must not always thinking be 
What is pleasantest to me; 

But must try kind things to do 


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52 SONGS FOR THE LITTLE ONES 

I must learn my lessons well, 
Not my schoolmates to excel, 
But because my heart’s delight 
Is in doing what is right. 

And in all I do and say, 

In my lessons and my play, 

Must remember God can view 
All I think and all I do; 

Glad that he can know I try, 
Glad that children such as I, 

In our feeble ways, and small, 
Can serve him who loves us all. 



THE COLD WATER 


Hurrah, for a splash! 

Come, give me a dash 
With the water all clear and cold; 

It makes me so bright, 

So active and light, 

’Tis better than silver and gold. 

Oh, what should I do, 

Dear mother, if you 

Never washed me so sweet and so clean? 


HOUR BY HOUR 


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Come, give me a splashing; 

It is so refreshing, 

All the day I would like to stay in. 

I never would cry, 

Nor halloo — not I — 

Unless ’twere for joy and for glee; 
I love the good splashing, 

And plunging and dashing: 

Hurrah for cold water for me! 


WHAT I HATE 

I hate to see a little girl 
That does not love to rise, 

And dash the water, fresh and sweet, 
Upon her face and eyes. 

I hate to see her pretty dress 
So careless look and tossed, 

Her toys all scattered here and there, 
Her thread and needle lost. 

I hate to see her, at her play, 

When little girls have met 
To frolic, laugh, and run about, 
Grow peevish, cry, and fret. 


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SONGS FOR THE LITTLE ONES 

I hate to hear her tell a lie — 
What’s not her own to take; 
Mamma’s commands to disobey, 
And father’s rules to break. 

And now I’ve told you what I hate 
I’ll only stop to say, 

Perhaps I’ll tell you what I love 
Upon some other day. 


WHAT I LOVE 

I love to see a little girl 

Rise with the lark so bright; 

Bathe, comb, and dress with cheerful face, 
Then thank the God of light. 

And when she comes to meet mamma, 

So fresh and neat and clean, 

And asks a kiss from dear papa 
With such a modest mien, 

That all who see her gentle look 
And pretty actions too, 

Will feel that she’s a darling child — 

Kind, honest, loving, true. 




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FOLDED WINGS 

What does little birdie say, 

In her nest at peep of day? 

“Let me fly,” says little birdie; 
“Mother, let me fly away.” 
“Birdie, rest a little longer, 

Till thy little wings are stronger.” 
So she rests a little longer, 

Then she flies away. 

What does little baby say, 

In her bed at peep of day? 

Baby says, like little birdie, 

“Let me rise and fly away.” 
“Baby, sleep a little longer, 

Till thy little limbs are stronger. 

If she sleeps a little longer, 

Baby, too, shall fly away.” 

— Tennyson. 

UP EARLY 

Little birds are wide awake 
Early in the morning; 


Just think how funny it would be 
To see the robins yawning! 




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SONGS FOR THE LITTLE ONES 


TIME 

“Sixty seconds make a minute, 

Sixty minutes make an hour;” 

If I were a little linnet, 

Hopping in her leafy bower, 

Then I should not have to sing it: 

“Sixty seconds make a minute.” 

Twenty-four hours make a day, 

Seven days will make a week; 

And while we all at marbles play, 

Or run at cunning “hide and seek,” 

Or in the garden gather flowers, 

We’ll tell the time that makes the hours. 

In every month the weeks are four, 

And twelve whole months 



LITTLE DROPS OF WATER 


Rev. Eben C. Brewer 


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58 SONGS FOR THE LITTLE ONES 

HOW I LOVE 

How I love my tender mother, 

How I love my father dear; 

How I love my little brother, 

And my gentle sister here: 

They are all both kind and true, 
And they dearly love me, too. 

Be my neighbor proud or lowly, 

He shall my affection share; 

Be he sinful, be he holy, 

He may claim my earnest prayer: 
Let me not unfeeling prove, 

Nor myself too dearly love. 

But of all affection given, 

God on high de- 
mands the most 
God the Father 
in the heaven, 

God the Son, and 
Holy Ghost: 

Three in one, and 
One in three, 

Be thou all in 
all to me. 





HOUR BY HOUR 


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HAPPY HELEN 

She said, “I should like to be happy to-day, 

If I could but tell which was the easiest way; 

But then I don’t know any pretty new play: 

“And as to the old ones, why, which is the 
best? 

There’s old blind man’s buff, hide-and-seek, 
and the rest — 

Or pretending it’s tea-time, when dollies are 
dressed. 

“But no; let me see — now I’ve thought of a 
way 

Which would really, I think, be still better 
than play: 

I’ll try to be good, if I can, the whole day, 

“Without any fretting or crying: Oh, no, 

For that makes me wretched wherever I go; 

And it would be a pity to spoil the day so. 

“I don’t choose to be such a baby, not I, 

To be peevish and cross, and just ready to cry; 

And mamma will be pleased that at least I 
should try. ’’ 


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60 SONGS FOR THE LITTLE ONES 

I WILL BE GOOD TO-DAY 

“I will be good, dear mother,” 

I heard a sweet child say; 

“I will be good; now watch me — 

I will be good all day. ” 

She lifted up her bright young eyes, 
With a soft and pleasing smile; 

Then a mother’s kiss was on her lips, 

So pure and free from guile. 

And when night came, that little one, 
In kneeling down to pray, 

Said, in a soft and whispering tone, 
“Have I been good to-day?” 

Oh, many, many bitter tears 
’Twould save us, did we say, 

Like that dear child, with earnest heart, 
“1 will be good to-day. ” 

THE HONEST BOY 

Once there was a little boy 

With curly hair and pleasant eye, 

A boy who always told the truth, 



HOUR BY HOUR 

And when he trotted off to school, 

The children all about would cry, 
“There goes the curly-headed boy, 

The boy that never tells a lie.” 

And everybody loved him so, 

Because he always told the truth, 

That every day, as he grew up, 

’Twas said, “There goes the honest youth. 

And when the people that stood near 
Would turn to ask the reason why, 

The answer would be always this, 
“Because he never tells a 116.“ 


THE LIE 

And has my darling told a lie? 

Did she forget that God was by — 
That God who saw the thing she did, 
From whom no action can be hid? 
Did she forget that God could see 
And hear, wherever she might be? 





62 SONGS FOR THE LITTLE ONES 

He made our ears, and he can hear 
Whene’er you think no one is near: 

In every place, by night or day, 

He watches all you do or say. 

You thought because you were alone, 
Your falsehood never could be known; 
But liars always are found out, 
Whatever way they wind about: 

Then always be afraid, my dear, 

To tell a lie, for God can hear. 





HOUR BY HOUR 


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For I will always kind and mild 
And gentle pray to be, 

And do to others as I wish 
That they should do to me. 

Temper bad, 

Go away! 

Temper good, 

Happy and gay, 

Come, sweet temper, come and stay. 

MEDDLESOME MATTIE 

Matilda was a pleasant child, 

But one bad trick she had, 

That e’en when all around her smiled 
Oft made her friends feel sad. 

Sometimes she’d lift the teapot-lid 
To peep at what was in it; 



Or tilt the kettle, if you did 




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64 SONGS FOR THE LITTLE ONES 

Immediately upon her nose 
She placed the glasses wide, 
Then looking round, as I suppose, 
The snuff-box, too, she spied. 

So thumb and finger went to work, 
To move the stubborn lid; 

And as she gave it quite a jerk, 
Much mischief then she did. 



The snuff came puffing in her face 
And eyes and nose and chin, 

And as she ran about for ease, 

The snuff got farther in. 

She dashed the spectacles away 
To wipe her tingling eyes; 

And there in twenty bits they lay, 

As grandmamma she spies. 

She then, while smarting with the pain 3 
Sneezing, and sick and sore, 

Made many a promise to refrain 
From meddling any more. 










HOUR BY HOUR 

A GOOD NAME 

Children, choose it, 

Don’t refuse it, 

’Tis a precious diadem; 

Highly prize it, 

Don’t despise it, 

You will need it when you’re men. 

Love and cherish, 

Keep and nourish, 

’Tis more precious far than gold; 
Watch and guard it, 

Don’t discard it, 

You will need it when you’re old. 


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66 SONGS FOR THE LITTLE ONES 

“Cannot,” Edward? Say not so: 

All are weak, full well I know; 

But if you will seek the Lord, 

He will needful strength afford, 

Teach you how to conquer sin, 

Purify your heart within: 

On your Father’s help rely, 

Trust and try — trust and try. 

‘ ‘ Cannot, ’ ’ Edward ? Scorn the thought; 
You can do whate’er you ought: 

Every duty’s call obey, 

Strive to walk in wisdom’s way; 

Let the sluggard, if he will, 

Use the lazy “cannot” still; 

On yourself and God rely: 

Trust and try — trust and try. 


PERSEVERE 

Go on, go on, go on, go on, 
Go on, go on, go on, 

Go on, go on, go on, go on, 
Go on, go on , go on! 










HOUR BY HOUR 


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THE GENEROUS HEART 

Be the portion small or great, 
The loving, generous heart 
Will always find it large enough 
To give away a part. 


BUSY LITTLE FARMER 


I’m a little husbandman, 

Work and labor hard I can; 

Em as happy all the day 
At my work as if ’twere play: 
Though Eve nothing fine to wear, 
Yet for that I do not care. 


When to work I go along, 
Singing loud my morning song, 
With my wallet on my back, 
And my wagon-whip to crack, 
Oh, Em thrice as happy then 
As the idle gentleman. 


Eve a hearty appetite 
And I soundly sleep at night; 
Down I lie content, and say 
Eve been useful all the day: 


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SONGS FOR THE LITTLE ONES 


I’d rather be a ploughboy, than 
A useless little gentleman. 

IS IT YOU? 



There is a child, a boy or girl — 

I’m sorry it is true — 

Who does not mind when spoken to: 
I hope it isn’t you! 



There is a child, a boy or girl — 

I trust that such are few — 

Who struck a little playmate friend: 
I hope it wasn’t you! 

I know a child, a boy or girl — 

I’m sorry that I do — 

Who told a lie; yes, told a lie! 

It cannot be ’twas you! 

There is a boy — I know the boy — 

I cannot love him, though — 

Who robs the little birdie’s nest: 
That bad boy can’t be you! 

There is a girl, a girl I know, 

And I could love her too, 

But that she’s very proud and vain: 
That surely isn’t you! 





HOUR BY HOUR 


DAISY’S PRAYER 

Darling little Daisy, 

With her golden hair, 

Sitting at the table 

In her own high chair; 

Closed the dewy eyelids 
Over blue eyes bright, 

Drooped the golden lashes 
Over cheeks so white, 

Bent above the table 
Little head so fair; 

Daisy’s supper’s waiting 
Till she says her prayer. 

So she clasps her fingers 
As when wont to pray; 

“Oh, dear me,” sighs Daisy, 
“What does papa say?” 

Lower bows her forehead 
O’er the table then; 

And she whispers softly, 
“Jesus’ sake, Amen.” 




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SONGS FOR THE LITTLE ONES 


Darling little Daisy, 

With your winsome face, 
May the blessed Saviour 
Daily give his grace! 


May you never venture 
Any path to take 
Till you ask God’s blessing 
For dear Jesus’ sake. 



THE SHADOWS 

The candles are lighted, the fires blaze bright, 

The curtains are drawn to keep out the cold 
air; 

What makes you so grave, little darling, to- 
night? 

And where is your smile, little quiet one, 
where ? 

“Mamma, I see something so dark on the 
wall; 

It moves up and down, and it looks very 
strange; 

Sometimes it is big, sometimes it is small; 

Pray tell me what is it, and why does it 
change? 




HOUR BY HOUR 


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It’s only my shadow that puzzles you so; 

And there is your own close beside it, my 
love: 

Now run ’round the room, it will go where 
you go; 

When you sit ’twill be still, when you rise 
it will move. 


And when you are out some fine day in the sun, 
I’ll take you where shadows of apple-trees 
lie; 

And houses and cottages, too, every one 
Casts a shade when the sun’s shining bright 
in the sky. 


Now hold up your mouth 
and give me a sweet 
kiss — 

Our shadows kiss too — 
don’t you see it quite 
plain? 

“Oh, yes; and I thank 
you for telling me 
this; 

I’ll not be afraid of a 
shadow again.” 




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SONGS FOR THE LITTLE ONES 


CHILD’S SELF-EXAMINATION 

Ere I in sleep my eyelids fold 
These things I must in memory hold: 

What I’ve been doing all the day — 

What were my acts at work or play? 

What have I learnt that’s worth the knowing 
What have I done that’s worth the doing? 
What have I done that I should not? 

What duty was this day forgot? 

Ere I in sleep my eyelids fold 
These things I must in memory hold: 

If I’ve done ill, then I must pray 
That God would wash my sins away, 

And for the merits 
of his Son 

Forgive the evil I 
have done; 

Then, pardoned daily, 
filled with love, 

I’ll be prepared to 
dwell above, 

And there, with angels 
’round the throne, 

The love of God 
forever own. 



HOUR BY HOUR 


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LITTLE STAR 

Good-night, little star; 

I will go to my bed 
And leave you to burn, 

While I lay down my head 

On my pillow to sleep 
Till the morning light; 
When you will be fading. 
And I shall be bright. 


GOOD-NIGHT 

Good-night, my dear mother — dear mother, 
good-night; 

You may take out the lamp and shut the door 
tight: 

Your dear little Ellen will not be afraid, 

Though left quite alone in her own quiet bed. 

Afraid, my dear mother, afraid, when I know 

God watches on high, while you watch below? 

And though the thick darkness all round me is 
spread, 

I know that from him I can never be hid. 





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WHY SHOULD 



I will not fear, 

For. God is near. 
Through the dark night 
As in the light; 

And while 1 sleep 
Safe watch will keep. 
Why should I fear, 
When God is near? 


A SONG TO BRING SLEEP 

Two little eyes, 

Two little lips, 

Two little hands, 

Two little feet: 

What shall we ask for them all? 

Two little eyes, 

Blue, blue, 

Blue as the azure deep of the skies — 
Now so roguish, now wondrous wise, 
Solemn and funny, all in a twink, 
Changing and changing with every wink: 



HOUR BY HOUR 


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Open them, Lord, 

To see in thy Word 
Wondrous things; 

Light them with love, 

And shade them above 
With angels’ wings. 

Two little lips, 

Red, red, 

Red as the flamy coral tips, 

Sweet as the rose the wild bee sips, 
Singing and prattling all day long, 

And kissing and coaxing with witchery strong: 
What shall we ask for these little lips? 

From thine altar, Lord, above, 

Touch those lips with fire of love; 

Pure, pure let them be, 

Speaking holy melodies 
Out of a holy heart that rise, 

Warm, bright, up to thee! 

Two little hands, 

Busy, busy, 

Busy as bird and busy as bee, 

Gathering “funny things” for me. 
Weaving webs, and building a house 




HOUR BY HOUR 


Two little hands — clasped! 

Two little feet — still! 

God give my darling pleasant dreams! 


GOING TO REST 

When darkness veils the distant hill, 
The little birds are hid and still; 

And I my sweet repose may take, 
Since my Creator is awake: 

How sweet upon my little bed 
Since my Creator guards my head, 
And doth the little infant keep 
Through all the hours of silent sleep. 

AT CLOSE OF DAY 

At close of day, with petals pressed, 
Each little rosebud sinks to rest. 

Each little bird, too tired to sing, 

At close of day must fold its wing. 

Each little child at close of day 
Kneels at his mother’s knee to pray; 
Then, like the happy outdoor things, 
He, too, must softly close his wings. 


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SONGS FOR THE LITTLE ONES 


HO FOR SLUMBERLAND 

When the little ones get drowsy and heavy 
lids droop down 

To hide blue eyes and black eyes, gray eyes 
and eyes of brown, 

A thousand boats for Dreamland are waiting 
in a row, 

And the ferrymen are calling, “For the Slum- 
ber Islands, ho!” 

Then the sleepy little children fill the boats 
along the shore, 

And go sailing off to Dreamland; and the 
dipping of the oar 

In the Sea of Sleep makes music that the chil- 
dren only know 

When they answer to the boatmen’s “For the 
Slumber Islands, ho!” 

CHORUS 

Ho, ho, ho! in Dreamland boats we go, 

Row, row, row, oh, Boatman, gently row, 

Low, low, low, sing, wavelets, sing below; 

Along the tide of Sleep we glide 

To Slumber Islands, ho! 


SLUMBER ISLANDS 


K. E. C. ( Chorus , with motion*) K. E. C. 





* The rowing of a boat 


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80 SONGS FOR THE LITTLE ONES 

ASLEEP 

While mother birdlets murmur — “Peep! 

Sleep, nestlings, sleep!” 

And tired Margery’s flaxen head 
Is resting on the cradle bed; 

The babe, its white lids closed, afloat 
In dreams, swings light in 






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SONGS FOR THE LITTLE ONES 


LITTLE DOG 

I’ll never hurt a little dog, 

But stroke and pat his head; 

I like to see him wag his tail, 

I like to see him fed. 

Then I will never whip my dog, 
Nor ever give him pain; 

Poor fellow, I will give him food, 
And he’ll love me again. 

MY PUSSY 

Oh! here is Miss Pussy; 

She’s drinking her milk; 

Her coat is as soft 
And as glossy as silk. 

She sips it all up 

With her little lap-lap; 

Then wiping her whiskers, 

Lies down for a nap. 

My kitty is gentle, 

She loves me fight well. 

And how funny at playing 
No language can tell. 





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Now under the sofa, 

Now under the table, 

She laughs and says, “Catch me!” 
As she only is able. 


Oh, dearly I love her! 

And you never did spy 
Two happier playmates 
Than kitty and I. 




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SONGS FOR THE LITTLE ONES 


KITTY AND MOUSIE 

Once there was a little kitty, 
White as the snow; 

In the barn she used to frolic, 
Long time ago. 

In the barn a little mousie 
Ran to and fro; 

For she heard the little kitty, 

Long time ago. 

Two black eyes had little kitty, 
Black as a crow, 

And they spied the little mousie, 
Long time ago. 

Four soft paws had little kitty, 
Paws soft as dough, 

And they caught the little mousie, 
Long time ago. 

Nine pearl teeth had little kitty, 
All in a row, 

And they bit the little mousie. 
Long time ago. 







LITTLE POOR RELATIONS 87 

When the teeth bit little mousie, 

Mousie cried out, “Oh!” 

But she got away from kitty, 

Long time ago. 


KINDNESS TO ANIMALS 

I like little pussy, her coat is so warm, 

And if I don’t hurt her, she'll do me no 
harm; 

So I’ll not pull her tail, nor drive her away, 

But pussy and I very gently will play: 

She shall sit by my side and I'll give her some 
food; 

And she’ll love me because I am gentle and 
good. 

I’ll pat little pussy, and then she will purr, 

And thus show her thanks for my kindness to 
her; 

I’ll not pinch her ears, nor tread on her 
paw, 

Lest I should provoke her to use her sharp 
claw; 

I never will vex her nor make her displeased, 

For pussy don’t like to be worried and teased. 




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GENTLE BOSSY 

Thank you, pretty cow, that made 
Pleasant milk to soak my bread, 

Every day and every night, 

Warm and fresh, and sweet and white. 

Do not chew the hemlock rank, 
Growing on the weedy bank; 

But the yellow cowslip eat, 

That will make it very sweet. 

Where the purple violet grows, 

Where the bubbling water flows, 
Where the grass is fresh and fine, 
Pretty cow, go there and dine. 


WHEN THE COWS COME HOME 

With klingle, klangle, klingle, 

Way down the dusty dingle, 

The cows are coming home; 

Now sweet and clear, and faint and low, 
The airy twinklings come and go, 

Like chimings from some far-off tower, 



LITTLE POOR RELATIONS 89 

Or patterings of an April shower 
That makes the daisies grow; 

Ko-ling ko-lang, kolinglelingle, 

Way down the darkening dingle, 

The cows come slowly home. 

(And old-time friends, and twilight plays, 
And starry nights and sunny days, 

Come trooping up the misty ways, 

\\ hen the cows come home. ) 

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With klingle, klangle, klingle, 

With loo-oo, and moo-oo and jingle, 
The cows are coming home; 

And over there on Merlin Hill 
Hear the plaintive cry of the whip-poor-will, 
And the dew-drops lie on the tangled vines, 
And over the poplars Venus shines, 

And over the silent mill; 

Ko-ling, ko-lang, kolinglelingle, 

With ting-a-ling and jingle, 

The cows come slowly home. 

(Let down the bars; let in the train 
Of long-gone songs, and flowers and rain, 

For dear old time’s come back again, 

When the cows come home. ) 

— Airs. Agnes E. Mitchell. 




90 SONGS FOR THE LITTLE ONES 

THE NAUGHTY CHICK 

A little chick who loved to roam, 

One day, one awful day, 

Got through the fence and left his home, 
Alas! alackaday! 

He saw a lovely butterfly, 

He saw a bumbly-bee; 

He chased the lovely butterfly, 

And then he chased the bee. 

The butterfly went soaring high, 

But, oh, he caught the bee! 

And when that bee had flown away 
A wiser chick was he! 

When to his mother hen at night, 

A sad, fat chick, he went, 

So swollen up with bumbly stings, 

For Dr. Dick she sent, 

Who put a poultice on his tongue, 
Another on his head, 

Another on his sprouting tail, 

And sent him off to bed. 

— Margaret Gabbie Hays. 





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With what care their steps she leads — 
Them, and not herself, she feeds: 
Picking here and picking there, 

Where the nicest morsels are. 

As she calls, they flock around, 

Bustling all along the ground. 

When their daily labors cease, 

And at night they rest in peace, 

All the little tiny things 
Nestle close beneath her wings; 

There she keeps them safe and warm, 
Free from fear; and free from harm. 

Now, my little child, attend: 

Your almighty Father, Friend, 

Though unseen by mortal eye, 

Watches. o’er you from on high: 

As the hen her chickens 
leads, 

Shelters, 
feeds, 


cherishes, 


So by him your 
feet are led, 
Over you his 
wings are 



LITTLE POOR RELATIONS 


93 


POOR ROBIN 

One winter’s day the wind blew high, 

And fast came down the snow; 

A robin, far too weak to fly, 

Hopped in the yard below. 

Jane threw him crumbs, and from that day 
Her welcome guest he’s been; 

And often when the children play, 

Sweet little Bob is seen. 

THE ROBIN REDBREASTS 

Two robin redbreasts built their nests 
Within a hollow tree; 

The mother-bird sat still at home, 

Her mate Sang merrily; 

And all the little young ones said: 
“Wee, wee, wee, wee, wee, wee.” 

One day the sun was warm and bright 
And shining in the sky, 

Cock-robin said, “My little dears, 

’Tis time you learned to fly.” 

And all the little young ones said: 

“I’ll try, I’ll try, I’ll try.” 


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ROBIN REDBREAST’S SECRET 

I’m little Robin Redbreast, sir, 

My nest is in the tree; 

If you look up in yonder elm, 

My pleasant home you’ll see. 

We made it very soft and nice — 

My pretty mate and I — 

And all the time we worked at it 
We sang most merrily. 

The green leaves shade our lovely home 
From heat of noonday sun; 

So many birds live in the tree, 

We do not want for fun. 

The light breeze gently rocks our nest, 
And hushes us to sleep; 

We’re up betimes to sing our song, 

And daylight first to greet. 

I have a secret I would like 
The little girls to know; 

But I won’t tell a single boy — 

They rob the poor birds so. 

We have four pretty little nests, 

We watch them with great care; 



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Full fifty eggs are in this tree — 

Don’t tell the boys they’re here. 

Joe Thomson robbed the nest last year, 
And year before, Tom Brown; 

I’ll tell it loud as I can sing 
To every one in town. 

Swallow and sparrow, lark and thrush, 
Will tell you just the same: 

To make us all so sorrowful 
It is a wicked shame. 

Oh, did you hear the concert 
This morning from our tree? 

We give it every morning 

Just as the clock strikes three. 

We praise our great Creator, 

Whose holy love we share: 

Dear children, learn to praise him too 
For all his tender care. 

A TEMPERANCE SONG 

I asked a sweet robin, one morning in May, 
Who sang in the apple-tree over the way, 
What ’twas she was singing so sweetly about, 




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For I’d tried a long time, but^could not find 
out. 

“Why, I’m sure,” she replied, “you cannot 
guess wrong; 

Don’t you know I am singing a temperance 
song? 

“Teetotal — oh, that’s the first word of my 
lay; 

And then don’t you see how I twitter away? 

’Tis because I’ve just fluttered my beak in the 
spring, 

And brushed the fair face of the lake with 
my wing. 

Cold water, cold water, yes, that is my song, 

And I love to keep singing it all the day long. 

“And now, my sweet Miss, won’t you give 
me a crumb; 

For the dear little nestlings are waiting at 
home ? 

And one thing besides; since my story you’ve 
heard, 

I hope you’ll remember the lay of the bird; 

And never forget, while you list to my song, 

All the birds to the cold-water army belong.’’ 



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THE CAPTIVE BLUEBIRD 

Sweet little mistress, let me go, 

And I’ll sing you a song so sweet and 
low, 

I’ll sing a song so gay and clear, 

That you will be glad to stop and hear. 


Indeed you know not what to do; 

I’ll tell you all, and tell you true: 

I’ve left some young ones in the tree, 

In a soft nest; they are one, two, three. 

’Tis two hours now since Dick was fed, 
And little Billy hangs his head, 

Sweet Katy wonders where I’m gone, 

And the poor things are all alone. 

Ah me! no more at early morn 
Shall I rest my foot on the stooping thorn, 
And pour the song from my soft breast, 
While my dear young ones are at rest. 

But yes! my plaint has touched your heart, 
Your open hand bids me depart; 

Blessings on thee, my mistress dear, 

My darlings have no more to fear. 
















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CRUEL SPORT 

There came to my window, 
One morning in spring, 

A sweet little robin, 

She came there to sing; 

And the tune that she sang 
Was prettier far 
Than ever I heard 

On the flute or guitar. 

She raised her light wings 
To soar far away, 

Then resting a moment, 
Seemed sweetly to say, 

4 ‘Oh, happy, how happy 
This world seems to be; 
Awake, little girl, 

And be happy with me.” 

But just as she finished 
Her beautiful song, 

A thoughtless young man 
With a gun came along. 

He killed and he carried 
My sweet bird away, 

And she no more will sing 
At the dawn of the day. 









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THE BIRD’S NEST 


A little bird built a warm nest in a tree, 

And laid some blue eggs in it, one, two, three; 

And then very glad and delighted was she. 

And after a while, but how long I can’t tell, 

The little ones crept, one by one, from the shell, 

And their mother was pleased, for she loved 
them all well. 

She spread her soft wings o’er them all the day 
long 

To warm them and guard them, her love was 
so strong; 

Her mate sat beside her and sang her a song. 

One day the wee birds were all crying for 
food, 

So off flew their mother away from her brood; 

And up came some boys who were wicked 
and rude. 

They pulled the warm nest down away from 
the tree; 

The little ones cried, but they could not get 
free; 

But they died all alone, little one, two, three. 






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When back to the nest the poor mother did 

fly, 

Oh, then she set up a most piteous cry; 

With her mother-heart broken, she lay down 
to die. 

THE BOY AND THE LARK 

Who taught you to sing, 

My sweet pretty birds? 

Who tuned your beautiful throats? 

You make all the woods 
And the valleys to ring, 

You bring the first news 
Of the earliest spring, 

With your loud and silvery notes. 

It was God, said a lark, 

As he rose from the earth; 

He gives us the good we enjoy: 

He painted our wings, 

He gave us our voice, 

He finds us our food, 

He bids us rejoice — 

Good-morning, my beautiful boy! 

—Mrs. Sigourney. 



LITTLE POOR RELATIONS 101 

DON’T KILL THE BIRDS 

Don’t kill the birds, the little birds 
That sing about your door, 

Soon as the joyous spring has come 
And chilling storms are o’er. 

The little birds so sweetly sing, 

Oh, let them joyous live, 

And do not seek to take their life, 

Which you can never give. 

Don’t kill the birds, the pretty birds 
That play among the trees; 

’Twould make the earth a cheerless place 
To see no more of these. 

The little birds so fondly play, 

Do not disturb their sport; 

But let them warble forth their songs 
Till winter cuts them short. 


Don’t kill the birds, the happy birds 
That cheer the field and grove; 
Such harmless things to look upon, 
They claim our warmest love. 





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ANSWER TO A CHILD’S QUESTION 

Do you ask what the birds say? The spar- 
row, the dove, 

The linnet and thrush say, “I love and I love!” 

In the winter they’re silent, the wind is so 
strong; 

What it says I don’t know, but it sings a loud 
song. 

But green leaves and blossoms, and sunny 
warm weather, 

And singing and loving all come back to- 
gether; 

Then the lark is so brimful of gladness and love, 

The green fields below him, the blue sky 
above, 

That he sings and he sings, and forever sings 
he, 

“I love my Love, and my Love loves me.” 

— Samuel Taylor Coleridge. 










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“And what’s a cold toe, when I’ve a whole suit 
Of the cunningest warm brown feathers? 

I don’t care if I haven’t a shoe to my foot, 
I’m the bird, sir, for all sorts of weathers. 

“I don’t fly away at the first touch of frost, 
Like some of your fine-tongued birdies; 

I don’t think everything’s ruined and lost 
When the wind mutters threatening word- 
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“I don’t care!” he chirped; “I don’t care! I 
don’t care! 

It might be a great deal colder: 

But I’m. a fellow that knows no fear — 

Old winter but makes me bolder!” 

Ah, plain little hardy brown-coat bird! 

Through life I’ll try to remember 
To meet its winters with cheerful word, 

Like thee, to my brave^ December. 

— Youth’s Companion. 




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THE WANDERINGS OF THE BIRDS 

Autumn has come, so bare and gray, 

The woods are brown and red, 

The flowers all have passed away, 

The forest leaves are dead. 

The little birds at morning dawn, 

Clothed in warm coats of feather, 
Conclude that they away will roam, 

To seek for milder weather. 




The robin gives his last sweet strain, 
His mate, responding, follows; 

And then away they lead the train 
Of bluebirds, wrens, and swallows. 


The cuckoo, thrush, and yellow-bird, 
The wild goose, teal, and sparrow, 
Martin and chippee, all are heard 
To sing their parting carol. 



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“Oh, I love thee,” said the turtle-dove, 
“And I love thee!” 

In the long, shady branches 
Of the dark pine-tree,' 

How happy were the doves 
In their little nursery. 

The young turtle-doves 

Never quarreled in the nest, 

For they dearly loved each other, 

Though they loved their mother best. 

“Coo,” said the little doves, 

“Coo, ” said she. 

And they' played together kindly 
In the dark pine-tree. 


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111 


THE PEACOCK 

Come, come, Mister Peacock, you must not 
be proud, 

Although you can boast such a train; 

For many a bird far more highly endowed 
Is not half so conceited and vain. 

Let me tell you, gay bird, that a suit of fine 
clothes 

Is a sorry distinction at most, 

And seldom much valued, excepting by those 
Who only such graces can boast. 

The nightingale certainly wears a plain coat, 
But she cheers and delights with her song; 
While you, though so vain, cannot utter a note 
Though you scream all the summer day 
long. 

The hawk cannot boast of a plumage so gay, 
But piercing and clear is her eye; 

And while you are strutting about all the day, 
She gallantly soars in the sky. 

The dove mky be clad in a plainer attire, 

But she is not so selfish and cold; 





LITTLE POOR RELATIONS 113 

THE BEES 

“Oh, mother dear, pray tell me where 
The bees in winter stay? 

The flowers are gone they feed upon 
So sweet in summer’s day. 

‘ ‘ My child, they live within the hive, 

And have enough to eat; 

Amid the storm they’re clean and warm, 
Their food is honey sweet.” 




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THE SPIDER AND THE FLY 

“Will you walk into my parlor?” 

Said a spider to a fly; 

“ ’Tis the prettiest little parlor 
That ever you did spy. 

The way into my parlor 
Is up a winding stair, 

And I have many pretty things 
To show when you are there. 

“Oh, no, no,” said the little fly, 

“To ask me is in vain; 

For who goes up your winding stair, 

Can ne’er come down again.” 

“I’m sure you must be weary 
With soaring up so high; 

Will you rest upon my little bed?” 

Said the spider to the fly. 

“There are pretty curtains drawn around, 
The sheets are fine and thin; 

And if you like to rest a while, 

I’ll snugly tuck you in. ” 

“Oh, no, no, ” said the little fly, 

“For I’ve often heard it said, 

They never, never wake again 
Who sleep upon your bed.” 




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115 






Said the cunning spider to the fly, 
“Dear friend, what shall I do 

To prove the warm affection 
I’ve always felt for you? 

I have, within my pantry, 

Good store of all that’s nice; 

I’m sure you’re very welcome — 
Will you please to take a slice?” 

“Oh, no, no,” said the little fly, 
“Kind sir, that cannot be; 

I’ve heard what’s in your pantry, 
And I do not wish to see.” 


“Sweet creature,” said the spider, 
“You’re witty and you’re wise; 
How handsome are your gauzy wings, 
How brilliant are your eyes! 

I have a little looking-glass 
Upon my parlor shelf; 

If you’ll step in one moment, dear, 
You shall behold yourself.” 

“I thank you, gentle sir,” she said, 
“For what you’re pleased to say, 



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The spider turned him round about 
And went into his den, 

For well he knew the silly fly 
Would soon be back again; 

So he wove a subtle web 
In a little corner sly, 

And set his table ready 
To dine upon the fly. 

He went out to his door again, 

And merrily did sing, 

“Come hither, hither, pretty fly, 

With pearl and silver wing; 

Your robes are green and purple, 
There’s a crest upon your head; 
Your eyes are like the diamond bright. 
But mine are dull as lead.” 


Alas, alas! how very soon 
This silly little fly, 

Hearing his wily, flattering words, 
Came slowly flitting by. 

With buzzing wings she hung aloft, 
Then near and nearer drew — 
Thought only of her brilliant eyes 
And green and purple hue; 


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Thought only of her crested head — 
Poor foolish thing! At last 
Up jumped the cunning spider 
And fiercely held her fast. 

He dragged her up his winding stair, 
Into his dismal den 
Within his little parlor — but 
She ne’er came out again! 

And now, dear little children 
Who may this story read, 

To idle, silly, flattering words, 

I pray you, ne’er give heed: 

Unto an evil counselor 

Close heart and ear and eye, 

And take a lesson from this tale 
Of the spider and the fly. 

PRETTY 

“Pretty bee, pray tell me why 
Thus from flower to flower you fly, 
Culling sweets the livelong day, 
Never leaving off to play.’’ 


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Let the truth thy thoughts engage 
From thy youth to riper age. 

“Summer flowers will soon be o’er; 
Winter comes, they bloom no more: 
Fairest days will soon be past; 
Brightest suns will set at last. 

“Little child, now learn of me: 

Let thy youth thy seed-time be; 

Then, when wintry age has come, 
Richly bear thy harvest home.” 

THE MERRY FLY 

My merry little fly, play here, 

And let me look at you; 

I will not touch you, though you’re near, 
As naughty children do. 

I see you spread your pretty wings, 

That sparkle in the sun: 


I see your legs — what tiny things; 
And yet how fast they run! 




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I’ll ask mamma to tell me how 
You walk and do not fall. 

'Twas God who taught you, little fly, 
To walk along the ground, 

And mount above my head so high, 
And frolic round and round. 

I’ll near you stand, to see you play; 
But do not be afraid: 

I would not lift my little hand 
To hurt what God has made. 

THE BUTTERFLY 

Where hides the downy butterfly 
That in the sunshine flew so high, 

Or sucked the flowers? 

When night has fallen on all around, 
Has he a place of shelter found 
For darkling hours? 

Upon a bank that faces west, 

His velvet couch a daisy’s breast, 

He is at home; 

There sleeps until the sun with power 
Unfolds him like a living flower, 

No more to roam. 


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MY TAME SQUIRREL 

I have a little squirry, 

His step is quick and light, 

His tail is long and furry, 

And his eyes are large and bright. 

He burrows ’neath my pillow, 

And curls himself to sleep; 

Or in my basket willow 
He slyly loves to creep. 

It’s of no use to scold him, 

He always has his way, 

Though oft and oft I’ve told him 
To be quiet in his play. 

But bolder still and bolder 
He grows with every week; 

He springs upon my shoulder, 

And frisks across my cheek. 

He builds his nest aloft there 
Behind a barricade; 

And none can tell how soft there 
The little crib he’s made— 



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What piles of snowy cotton, 

What balls of worsted bright, 

What skeins of silk forgotten, 

Or left within his sight. 


And none can tell what bunches 
Of hazelnuts are stored, 

What dinners and what lunches 
Are in that secret hoard. 

O Squirry, nimble Squirry! 

I love thy merry ways, 

And never yet grew weary 
To watch thee in thy plays. 





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He sat so still on the swaying bough 
You might have thought him asleep; 
Oh, no; he was trying to reckon now 
The nuts the babies could eat. 


Then suddenly he frisked about, 

And down the tree he ran; 

“The best way to do, without a doubt, 
Is to gather all I can. ’ ’ 

— Modem Instructor. 


THE LAMB’S LULLABY 


The pretty little lambs that lie 
And sleep upon the grass 
Have none to sing them lullaby 

But the night winds as they pass — 


While I, a happy little maid, 

Bid dear papa good-night, 

And in my crib so warm am laid, 
And tucked up snug and tight. 


Haste, kind mamma, and call them here, 
Where they’ll be warm as I; 

For in the chilly fields. I fear. 


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MOTHER 

The lambs sleep in the fields, ’tis true, 
Without a lullaby; 

And yet they are as warm as yoii 
Beneath a summer sky. 

They choose some dry and grassy spot 
Beneath the shady trees; 

To other songs they listen not 
While softly hums the breeze. 

And when the night is bitter cold, 

The shepherd comes with care, 

And leads them to his peaceful fold; 
They’re safe and sheltered there. 

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How happy are the lambs, my love, 
How safe and calm they rest; 

But you a Shepherd have above, 

Of all kind shepherds best. 

His lambs he gathers in his arms, 

And in his bosom bears: 

How blest, how safe from all alarms, 
Each child his love who shares! 


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COUNTRY MUSIC 

The cock is crowing, 
The cows are lowing; 
The sheep are baa-ing, 
The boys ha-ha-ing; 

The birds are singing, 
The bells are ringing; 
The brook is babbling, 
The geese are gabbling; 
The pigs are squeaking, 
The barn-door creaking; 
Sally is churning, 

The grindstone turning; 
John is sawing, 

Willie hurrahing; 

The peacock screeching, 
And Carrie teaching 
Amid all the noise. 





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125 


MARY AND HER LAMB 

Mary had a little lamb, 

Its fleece was white as snow; 

And everywhere that Mary went, 

The lamb was sure to go. 

He followed her to school one day — 
That was against the rule; 

It made the children laugh and play 
To see a lamb at school. 

So the teacher turned him out, 

But still he lingered near, 

And waited patiently about 
Till Mary did appear. 

Then he ran to her, and laid 
His head upon her arm, 

As if he said: I’m not afraid; 

You’ll keep me from all harm. 

“What makes the lamb love Mary so?” 

The eager children cry. 

“Oh, Mary loves the lamb, you know,” 
The teacher did reply. 


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And you each gentle animal 
In confidence may bind, 

And make them follow at your will, 

If you are only kind. 

OF WHAT ARE YOUR CLOTHES 
MADE? 

Come here to mamma, and I’ll tell you, dear 
boy — 

For I think you never have guessed — • 

How many poor animals we must employ 
Before little George can be dressed. 

The pretty sheep gives you the wool from 
his sides, 

To make you a jacket to use; 

The goat or the calf must be stripped of their 
hides, 

To give you these nice little shoes. 

And then the shy beaver contributes his 
share, 

With the rabbit, to give you a hat, 

For this must be made of their delicate hair; 
And so you may thank them for that. 


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127 


Then as the poor creatures thus suffer to give 
So much for the comfort of man, 

1 think ’tis but right, that as long as they live 
We should treat them as well as we can. 


THE LITTLE FISH 

“Dear mother, ” said a little fish, 
“Pray is not that a fly? 

I’m very hungry, and I wish 
You’d let me go and try.” 

“Sweet innocent,” the mother cried, 
And started from her nook, 

“That horrid fly is put to hide 
The sharpness of the hook.” 

Now, as I’ve heard, this little trout 
Was young and foolish too, 

And so he thought he’d venture out 
To see if it were true. 

And round about the hook he played, 
With many a longing look, 

And, “Dear me,” to himself he said, 
“I’m sure that’s not a hook. 


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“I can but give one little pluck: 

Let’s see, and so I will.” 

So on he’went, and lo, it stuck 
Quite through his little gill. 

And as he faint and fainter grew, 
With hollow voice he cried, 
“Dear mother, had I minded you, 
I need not now have died.” 


THE REINDEER AND THE RABBIT 

Mary . — I wish I were a reindeer, 

To gallop o’er the snow; 

Over frosty Lapland drear 
So merrily I’d go. 


A little rabbit I would be, 
With fur so soft and sleek, 
And timid ears raised prettily, 
And looks so very meek. 


Mary : — But then some sly and cruel rat 
Would find your burrow out; 

Or else the furious old gray cat 
Might scratch your peepers out. 



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Beth . — ’Tis true they might, but don’t you 
know 

The reindeer’s wretched lot? 

His dinner and his bed are snow, 
And supper he has not. 

Mary . — But then he is so useful, Beth, 

His masters love him so! 

Dear creatures, they do all they can, 
And are content with snow. 


THE PET LAMB 

The dew was falling fast, the stars began to 
blink; 

I heard a voice; it said, “Drink, pretty crea- 
ture, drink!’’ 

And looking o’er the hedge, before me I 
espied 

A snow-white mountain lamb with a maiden 
by its side. 




Nor sheep nor kine were near; the lamb was 
all alone, 

And by a slender cord was tethered to a 
stone; 







130 SONGS FOR THE LITTLE ONES 

With one knee on the grass did the little 
maiden kneel, 

While to that mountain lamb she gave its 
evening meal. 

The lamb, while from her hand he thus his 
supper took, 

Seemed to feast with head and ears; his tail 
with pleasure shook. 

“Drink, pretty creature, drink,” she said in 
such a tone 

That I almost received her heart into my own. 

’Twas little Barbara Lewthwaite, a child of 
beauty rare! 

I watched them with delight; they were a 
lovely pair. 

Now with her empty can the maiden turned 
away, 

But ere ten yards were gone, her footsteps did 
she stay. 

Right toward the lamb she looked; and from 
a shady place 

I, unobserved, could see the workings of her 
face. 


LITTLE POOR RELATIONS 


131 


If nature to her tongue could measured num- 
bers bring, 

Thus, thought I, to her lamb that little maid 
might sing: — 

“What ails thee, young one, what? Why 
pull so at thy cord? 

Is it not well with thee? well both for bed 
and board? 

Thy plot of grass is soft, as green as grass can 
be; 

Rest, little young one, rest; what is’t that 
aileth thee? 

“What is it thou wouldst seek? What is 
wanting to thy heart? 

Thy limbs, are they not strong? and beauti- 
ful thou art. 

This grass is tender grass, these flowers they 
have no peers, 

And that green corn all day is rustling in thy 
ears. 

“If the sun be shining hot, do but stretch thy 
woolen chain — 

This beech is standing by — its covert thou 
canst gain. 



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133 


And twice within the day, when the ground 
is wet with dew, 

I bring thee draughts of milk — warm milk it 
is and new. 

“Thy limbs will shortly be twice as stout as 
they are now; 

Then I’ll yoke thee to my cart, like a pony 
to the plow; 

My playmate thou shalt be, and when the 
wind is cold, 

Our hearth shall be thy bed, our house shall 
be thy fold. 

“It will not, cannot rest! — Poor creature, can 
it be 

That ’ t is thy mother’s heart which is work- 
ing so in thee? 

Things that I know not of belike to thee are 
dear, 

And dreams of things which thou canst neither 
see nor hear. 

“Alas! the mountain-tops that look so green 
and fair! 

I’ve heard of fearful winds and darkness that 
come there. 


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SONGS FOR THE LITTLE ONES 


The little brooks, that seem all pastime and 
all play, 

When they are angry, roar like lions for their 
prey. 

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“Here thou needst not dread the raven in the 
sky; 

Both night and day thou’rt safe — our cottage 
is hard by. 

Why bleat so after me? Why pull so at thy 
chain? 

Sleep — and at break of day I will come to 
thee again. 


— TVordsworth . 







THE GREAT OUTDOORS 


THROUGH THE YEAR 

SPRING 

With March comes in the pleasant spring, 
When little birds begin to sing; 

To build their nests, to hatch their brood, 
With tender care provide them food. 

SUMMER 

And summer comes with verdant June; 
The flowers then are in full bloom, 

All nature smiles, the fields look gay; 

The weather’s fine to make the hay. 

AUTUMN 

September comes: the golden corn 
By many busy hands is shorn; 

Autumn’s ripe fruits, an ample store, 

Are gathered in for rich and poor. 






THE GREAT OUTDOORS 139 

SNOWFLAKES * 

Whene’er a snowflake leaves the sky, 

It turns and turns to say “Good-by! 

Good-by, dear clouds, so cool and gray!’’ 
Then lightly travels on its way. 

And when a snowflake finds a tree, 
“Good-day!’’ it says — “Good-day to thee! 
Thou art so bare and lonely, dear, 

I’ll rest and call my comrades here.’’ 

But when a snowflake, brave and meek, 
Lights on a rosy maiden’s cheek, 

It starts — “How warm and soft the day! 

’Tis summer!’’ — and it melts away. 

JACK FROST 

The Frost looked forth on a still, clear night, 
And whispered, “Now, I shall be out of sight; 
So through the valley and over the height 
In silence I’ll take my way. 

I will not go on like that blustering train, 

* From Along the Way. Copyright, 1879, by 
Mary Mapes Dodge. Published by Charles Scribner’s 
Sons. 






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141 



But he did one thing that was hardly fair — 
He peeped in the cupboard; and finding there 
That all had forgotten for him to prepare — 
“Now just to set them a-thinking, 

I’ll bite this basket of fruit, ” said he, 

“This costly pitcher I’ll burst in three! 

And the glass of water they’ve left for me, 
Shall ‘tchick’ to tell them I’m drinking.” 

— Hannah F. Gould. 


THE NORTH WIND 

The north wind doth blow, 

And we shall have snow; 

And what will the robin do then, poor thing? 
He’ll sit by the barn 
And keep himself warm, 

And hide his head under his wing, poor thing! 

The north wind doth blow, 

And we shall have snow; 

And what will the swallow do then, poor thing? 
Oh, do you not know? 

He is gone long ago 

To a country much warmer than ours, poor 
thing! 


142 SONGS FOR THE LITTLE ONES 

The north wind doth blow, 

And we shall have snow; 

And what will the honey-bee do, poor thing? 
In his hive he will stay 
Till the cold pass away, 

And then he’ll come out in the spring, poor 
thing! 

The north wind doth blow, 

And we shall have snow; 

What will the children do then, poor things? 
When lessons are done, 

They’ll jump, skip, and run, 

And play till they make themselves warm, 
poor things! 

THE SNOW-SHOWER 

“See, mamma, the crumbs are flying 
Fast and thickly through the air; 

On the branches they are lying, 

On the walks and everywhere. 

Oh, how glad the birds will be, 

When so many crumbs they see!” 

“No, my little girl, ’tis snowing, 
Nothing for the birds is here; 


THE GREAT OUTDOORS 143 

Very cold the air is growing, 

’Tis the winter of the year: 

Frost will nip the robins’ food, 

’Twill no more be sweet and good. 

“See the clouds the skies that cover; 

’Tis from them the snowflakes fall, 
Whitening hills and fields all over, 
Hanging from the fir-trees tall. 

Were it warm, ’twould rain; but lo, 

Frost has changed the rain to snow.” 


WHAT THE WINDS BRING 

“Which is the wind that brings the cold?’’ 

“The north wind, Freddy, and all the snow; 
And the sheep will scamper into the fold 
When the north begins to blow.’’ 

“Which is the wind that brings the heat?’’ 

“The south wind, Katy; and corn will grow 
And peaches redden for you to eat, 

When the south begins to blow.’’ 

“Which is the wind that brings the rain?’’ 
“The east wind, Arty; and farmers know 



144 SONGS FOR THE LITTLE ONES 

That cows come shivering up the lane 
When the east begins to blow.” 

“Which is the wind that brings the flowers?” 

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The birdies sing in the summer hours, 

When the west begins to blow.” 


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THE VOICE OF SPRING 


“Spring, where are you waiting now? 

Why are you so long unfelt? 

Winter went a month ago, 

When the snows began to melt. ” 


“I am coming, little maiden, 
With the pleasant sunshine laden, 
With the honey for the bee, 

With the blossom for the tree, 
With the flower and with the leaf, 
And the stalk to make the sheaf. 


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148 SONGS FOR THE LITTLE ONES 


There’s not a cloud upon the sky, there’s 
nothing dark or sad; 

I jump, and scarce know what to do, I feel 
so very glad. 

God must be very good indeed, who made 
each pretty thing; 

I’m sure we ought to love him much for 
bringing back the spring. 


THE ARK AND THE DOVE 


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Sailing o’er waters dark 
And wide around; 

Not one tall tree was seen, 

Nor flower, nor leaf of green — 
All, all was drowned. 

Then a soft wing was spread, 
And o’er the billows dread 
A meek dove flew; 

But on that shoreless tide 
No living thing she spied 
To cheer her view. 



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149 

So to the ark she fled, 

With weary, drooping head, 

To seek for rest: 

Christ is thy ark, my love, 

Thou art the tender dove; 

Fly to his breast. 

— Mrs. Sigourney. 



MERRY RAINDROPS 

“Oh, where do you come from, 
You little drops of rain? 
Pitter patter, pitter patter, 

Down the window-pane. 




“They won’t let me walk, 
And they won’t let me play, 
And they won’t let me go 
Outdoors at all to-day. 



They put away my playthings 
Because I broke them all, 

And they locked up all my bricks 
And took away my ball. 

“Tell me, little raindrops, 

Is that the way you play, 


SONGS FOR THE LITTLE ONES 


Pitter patter, pitter patter, 

All the rainy day? 

“They say I’m very naughty; 

But I’ve nothing else to do 
But sit here at the window; 

I should like to play with you. ” 

The little raindrops cannot speak, 
But “pitter patter pat” 

Means, “We can play on this side: 
Why can’t you play on that?” 


THE SNOWDROP 

Now the spring is coming on, 
Now the snow and ice are gone, 
Come, my little snowdrop-root, 
Will you not begin to shoot? 

Ah, I see your little head 
Peeping from the flower-bed, 
Looking out so green and gay 
On this fine and pleasant day. 


THE GREAT OUTDOORS 


151 


For the mild south wind doth blow 
And hath melted all the snow; 

And the sun shines out so warm, 
You need not fear another storm. 

So your pretty flowers show 
And your petals white undo; 

Then you’ll hang your modest head 
Down upon my flower-bed. 


THE BUD 

Pretty bud, I love to see 
Much in you resembling me; 
And from your instructive look 
Learn as from a little book. 

I am young, and so are you, 

Life with us is fresh and new; 
Yet fair buds oft withered lie, 
And the youngest children die. 

Riper flowers may wide expand, 
Win the eye and court the hand; 
But, like you, oh, may 1 be 
Graced with humble modesty. 



152 SONGS FOR THE LITTLE ONES 

When ’tis evening, dark and chill, 
Close you wrap yourself from ill; 
So may God my heart secure 
Safe from everything impure. 

And as, when the sun is up, 

You expand your little cup, 

So thy beams may I possess, 

Christ the Sun of righteousness. 


THE VIOLET 

Timid, blue-eyed flower 
In thy native bower 

’Mid the moss so green, 

Say, what art thou doing? 

Why so lowly bowing 
Ever art thou seen? 

Joy within me springeth 
When so sweetly singeth 
Lone the nightingale; 

To her song attending 
1 am lowly bending 
In my peaceful vale. 

• — Jane Taylor. 


AN APRIL SHOWER 


K. E. C. 



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154 SONGS FOR THE LITTLE ONES 

THE THUNDERSTORM 

Look! the black cloud rises high; 

Now it spreads along the sky: 

See! the quivering lightnings fly; 

Hark! the thunders roar. 

Yet will 1 not shrink with fear 
When the thunderclap 1 hear; 

Soon the rainbow will appear, 

Soon the storm be o’er. 

When the black cloud rises high, 

When it spreads along the sky, 

When the forked lightnings fly, 

And the thunders roar, 

Never will I feel alarm; 

God can shield me from all harm 
In the sunshine or the storm: 

Him will I adore. 


THE GREAT OUTDOORS 


155 




SUMMER-TIME 

I love the cheerful summer-time, 

With all its birds and flowers, 

Its shining garments green and smooth, 
Its cool, refreshing showers. 

I love to hear the little birds 
That carol on the trees- 
I love the gentle murmuring stream, 

I love the evening breeze. 



I love the bright and glorious sun 
That gives us light and heat; 

I love the pearly drops of dew 
That sparkle ’neath my feet. 




SONGS FOR THE LITTLE ONES 

I love to think of Him who made 
These pleasant things for me; 

Who gave me life and health and strength, 
And eyes that I might see. 

I love the holy Sabbath-day, 

So peaceful, calm, and still; 

And oh, I love to go to church 
And learn my Maker’s will ! 


HAPPY CHILDHOOD 

Over field and meadow, 
Where the daisies grow, 
Up and down I wander, 
Singing as I go. 

They who see me roving 
Think me all alone, 

But the birds are with me; 
Hark! their joyful tone. 

How can I be lonely 
On the sunny banks, 

While the murmuring waters 
Raise a song of thanks? 




“ON SUNNY BANKS” 






158 SONGS FOR THE LITTLE ONES 

SEVEN TIMES ONE 

There’s no dew left on the daisies and clover, 
There’s no rain left in heaven; 

I’ve said my “seven times” over and over — 
Seven times one are seven. 

I am old, so old I can write a letter; 

My birthday-lessons are done. 

The lambs play always, they know no better; 
They are only one time’s one. 

0 moon in the night, I have seen you sailing 
And shining so round and low; 

You were bright, ah, bright! but your light 
is failing, 

You are nothing now but a bow. 

You moon! have you done something wrong 
in heaven, 

That God has hidden your face? 

1 hope, if you have, you will soon be forgiven 
And shine again in your place. 

O velvet bee! you’re a dusty fellow, 

You’ve powdered your legs with gold! 


THE GREAT OUTDOORS 


159 


O brave marshmary-buds, rich and yellow, 
Give me your money to hold 

O columbine! open your folded wrapper, 
Where two twin turtle-doves dwell; 

0 cuckoo-pint! toll me the purple clapper 
That hangs in your clear, green bell. 

And show me your nest with the young ones 
in it; 

I will not steal them away; 

1 am old; you may trust me, linnet, linnet, 

1 am seven times one to-day. 

— Jean Inge low. 

THE SETTING SUN 

Dear John, the sun is setting now, 

Behold him in the west; 

And all the children now must soon 
Lie down and go to rest. 

In other countries far away 
The day begins to break; 

And many a child and many a bird 
Will soon be wide awake. 



SONGS FOR THE LITTLE ONES 


SUN, MOON, AND STARS 

The moon is very fair and bright, 

And seems so very high; 

I think it is a pretty sight 
To see it in the sky: 

It shone upon me as J lay 

Until ’tvvas almost bright as day. 

The stars are very pretty, too, 

And scattered all about; 

At first there seems a very few, 

But soon the rest come out: 

I’m sure 1 could not count them all, 

They are so very bright and small. 

The sun is brighter still than they, 

He blazes in the skies; 

I dare not turn my face that way, 
Unless I shut my eyes: 

Yet when he shines our hearts revive / 

And all the trees rejoice and thrive. 

God made and keeps them every one 
By his great power and might; 

He is more glorious than the sun 
And all the stars of light: 





162 SONGS FOR THE LITTLE ONES 

LITTLE STAR 

Twinkle, twinkle, little star; 

How I wonder what you are! 

Up above the world so high, 

Like a diamond in the sky. 

When the glorious sun is set, 

When the grass with dew is wet, 
Then you show your little light, 
Twinkle, twinkle, all the night. 

In the dark blue sky you keep, 

And often through my curtains peep; 
For you never shut your eye 
Till the sun is in the sky. 

As your bright and tiny spark 
Lights the traveler in the dark, 
Though I know not what you are, 
Twinkle, twinkle, little star. 

THE MOON 

Who am I that shine so bright, 

With my pretty yellow light 
Peeping through your curtains gray? 
Tell me, little girl, I pray. 





THE GREAT OUTDOORS 163 

When the sun is gone, I rise 
In the clear and silent skies; 

And a cloud or two doth skim 
Round about my silver rim. 

All the little stars do seem 
Hidden by my brighter beam; 

And among them I do ride 
Like a queen in all her pride. 

Then the reaper goes along 
Singing forth a merry song, 

While I light the shaking leaves 
And the yellow harvest sheaves. 


THE WORKS OF GOD 

God made the sky that looks so blue; 

He made the grass so green; 

He made the flowers that smell so sweet, 
In pretty colors seen. 

God made the sun that shines so bright 
And gladdens all I see; 

It comes to give us heat and light: 

How thankful should we be! 






SONGS FOR THE LITTLE ONES 


‘HE GIVETH US ALL THINGS” 

Back of the loaf is the snowy flour, 
And back of the flour is the mill; 
And back of the mill is the sheaf, 

And the shower, 

And the sun, 

And the Father’s will. 


WHERE IS GOD? 

In the sun, the moon, and sky, 

On the mountains wild and high. 
In the thunder, in the rain, 

In the grove, the wood, the plain, 
In the little birds which sing: 

God is seen in everything. 


THE SLEIGH-RIDE 

Jingle, jingle, go the bells; 

A right good time have we, 

Over the valleys and over the hills, 
Dear grandmamma to see. 




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166 SONGS FOR THE LITTLE ONES 

You’ll dash by me; while, full of glee, 
I’ll up again, to dash by thee. 

So on we glide — oh, life of joy; 

What pleasure has the little boy! 


MY KITE 

Oh, look at my kite, 
Almost out of sight; 
How swiftly it flies 
Right up to the skies! 
Pretty kite, pretty kite, 
Almost out of sight, 
Pray, what do you spy 
In the bright blue sky? 


JOHN WHITE AND HIS KITE 

John White flew his kite one very windy day, 
But a gale broke the tail, and it soon flew 
away. 

And while he sat crying and sighing and sad, 
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SONGS FOR THE LITTLE ONES 


When we drive out in the country, and always 
some new way; 

Oh, the turnings and the windings, 

Oh, the seekings and the findings, 

As we clatter, clatter, clatter, all the way. 



MY LITTLE PONY 

Hop, hop, hop, nimble as a top, 

Over hill and valley bounding, 

With your clinking hoofs'resounding: 

Hop, hop, hop, nimble as a top. 

Spare, spare, spare; sure enough, we’re there; 
Very well, my little pony; 

Safe’s our jaunt, though rough and stony: 
Spare, spare, spare; sure enough, we’re there 

Here, here, here; yes, my pony dear: 

Now with hay and oats I’ll treat you, 

And with smiles will ever greet you, 

Here, here, here; yes, my pony dear. 


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169 


THE SWING 

Merry it is on a summer’s day 

All through the meadows to wend away, 

To watch the brooks glide fast or slow, 

And the little fish twinkle down below; 

To hear the lark in the blue sky sing; 

Oh, sure enough, ’tis a merry thing, 

But ’tis merrier far to swing, to swing! 

Down with the hoop upon the green, 

Down with the ringing tambourine; 

Little care we for this or for that; 

Off with the bonnet, off with the hat: 

Away we go, like birds on the wing! 

Higher yet! higher yet! Now for the king! 
This is the way we swing, we swing! 

Scarcely the bough bends, Claude is so light; 
Mount up behind him — there, that is right; 
Down bends the branch, now swing him away. 
Higher yet! higher yet! higher, I say! 

Oh, what a joy it is! Now let us sing, 

“A pear for the queen and a peach for the 
king!” 

And shake the old tree as we swing, we swing. 


170 SONGS FOR THE LITTLE ONES 


DOLLY GOING TO SLEEP 

There, go to sleep, Dolly, in mother’s own 
lap; 

I’ve put on your nightgown and neat little cap: 
So sleep, pretty baby, and shut up your eye; 
By-by, little Dolly, lie still and by-by. 

Now I’ll lay my clean handkerchief over your 
head, 

And then you may think that my lap is your 
bed; 

So hush, little dear, and be sure you don’t cry; 
By-by, little Dolly, lie still and by-by. 

There, now it is morning, and time to get up; 
I’ll crumb you a mess in my own china cup: 
Awake, little baby, and open your eye, 

For now it is time to be done with by-by. 

MY DOLL 

I have a little doll, 

I take care of her clothes; 

She has soft flaxen hair, 

And her name is Rose. 



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171 


She has pretty blue eyes, 

And a very small nose, 

And a sweet little mouth — 

And her name is Rose. 

I have a little bedstead 
Where Dolly may repose, 

Or sit up like a lady — 

And her name is Rose. 

SATURDAY NIGHT 

Now, Dolly, my dear, 

I pray you come here; 

The daylight has gone, 

And work is all done: 

I’ll put you to bed, for to-morrow is Sunday, 
And I shall not see you again until Monday. 

You don’t want to go? 

But you ought to, you know. 

For it is but right; 

So, Dolly, good-night: 

Lie still without fretting or crying till 
Monday, 

For we ought not to play, Dolly dear, on a 
Sunday. 



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SONGS FOR THE LITTLE ONES 








MY SHADOW 


1 have a little shadow that goes in and out 
with me, 

And what can be the use of him is more than 
I can see. 

He is very, very like me from the heels up to 
the head; 

And I see him jump before me when 1 jump 
into my bed. 



The funniest thing about him is the way he 
likes to grow — 

Not at all like proper children, which is al- 
ways very slow; 

For he sometimes shoots up taller like an in- 
dia-rubber ball, 

And he sometimes gets so little that there’s 
none of him at all. 

He hasn’t got a notion how children ought to 
play, 


And can only make a fool of me in every sort 
of way. 







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173 


I’d think it shame to stick to nursie as that 
shadow sticks to me! 

One morning, very early, before the sun was up, 

I rose and found the shining dew on every 
buttercup; 

But my lazy little shadow, like an arrant sleepy- 
head, 

Had stayed at home behind me and was fast 
asleep in bed! 

— Robert Louis Stevenson. 






RUN AND PLAY 


There, run away, you little things, 
And skip and jump and play; 

You have been quiet long enough, 

So run away, 1 say. 

The sweet, fresh air so softly blows, 

So brightly shines the sun, 

That active limbs and rosy cheeks 
Will in the race be won. 

For little girls and boys may sing 
And frisk and jump and play, 

When work and lessons both are done; 
So run away, I say. 



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ON EARTH AS IN 
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GOD IS IN HEAVEN 

God is in heaven — can he hear 
A feeble prayer like mine? 

Yes, little child, thou need’st not fear; 
He listeneth to thine. 

God is in heaven — can he see 
When I am doing wrong? 

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If I should tell a lie? 

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178 SONGS FOR THE LITTLE ONES 


God is in heaven — does he care, 
Or is he good to me? 

Yes, all thou hast to eat or wear, 
’Tis God that giveth thee. 

God is in heaven — can I go 
To thank him for his care? 

Not yet; but love him here below, 
And he will see it there. 








ON EARTH AS IN HEAVEN 


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SO SAFE! 

As on the mother’s breast, 

Safe in her watchful keeping, 

And softly hushed to rest, 

The little babe is sleeping, 

Without a care, without a fear, 

Without a thought of danger near; — 

So on my Saviour’s grace, 

In Jesus’ love confiding, 

And till I see his face, 

Firm in his truth abiding, 

As safe, as happy I may be, 

For Jesus watches over me. 


THAT SWEET STORY OF OLD 

I think, when I read that sweet story of old, 
When Jesus was here among men, 

How he called little children as lambs to his 
fold, 

I should like to have been with them 
then. 


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SONGS FOR THE LITTLE ONES 




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But still to his footstool in prayer I may 
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And ask for a share in his love; 

And if I thus earnestly seek him below, 

I shall see him and hear him above — 

In that beautiful place he has gone to prepare 

For all who are washed and forgiven; 

And many dear children are gathering there, 

“For of such is the kingdom of heaven.” 

But thousands and thousands who wander and 
fall 

Never heard of that heavenly home; 

I wish they could know there is room for 
them all, 

And that Jesus has bid them to come. 

— Mrs. Luke. 





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THE MASTER HAS COME OVER 
JORDAN 

“The Master has come over Jordan,” 

Said Hannah the mother one day; 

“He is healing the people who throng him 
With a touch of his finger, they say. 



“And now I shall carry the children, 
Little Rachel and Samuel and John; 
1 shall carry the baby Esther 
For the Lord to look upon.” 

The father looked at her kindly, 

But he shook his head and smiled. 
“Now who but a doting mother 
Would think of a thing so wild?” 



“Nay, do not hinder me, Nathan! 

I feel such a burden of care; 

If I carry it to the Master, 

Perhaps 1 shall leave it there. 


“If he lay his hand on the children, 
My heart will be lighter, I know; 
For a blessing forever and ever 
Will follow them as they go.” 





ON EARTH AS IN HEAVEN 183 

So over the hills of Judah, 

Along the vine-rows green, 

With Esther asleep on her bosom, 

And Rachel her brothers between — 

’Mong the people who hung on his teach- 
ing 

Or waited his touch or his word, 

Through the row of proud Pharisees listen- 
ing — 

She passed to the feet of her Lord. 

* ‘ Now why shouldst thou hinder the Master, ’ * 
Said Peter, “with children like these? 
Seest not how from morning to evening 
He teacheth, and healeth disease?” 

Then Christ said, “Forbid not the chil- 
dren; 

Permit them to come unto me!” 

And he took in his arms little Esther, 

And Rachel he set on his knee. 

And the heavy heart of the mother 
Was lifted all earth-care above, 

As he laid his hands on the brothers 
And blessed them with tenderest love. 



SONGS FOR THE LITTLE ONES 


LIKE JESUS 

I want to be like Jesus, 

So lowly and so meek; 

For no one marked an angry word 
That ever heard him speak. 

I want to be like Jesus, 

So frequently in prayer; 

Alone upon the mountain-top, 

He met his Father there. 

I want to be like Jesus: 

I never, never find 

That he, though persecuted, was 
To any one unkind. 

I want to be like Jesus, 

Engaged in doing good; 

So that of me it may be said, 

“She hath done what she could.’ 

Alas, I’m not like Jesus, 

As any one may see! 

O gentle Saviour, send thy grace 
And make me like to thee! 



ON EARTH AS IN HEAVEN 185 


THE GOOD SHEPHERD 

Jesus says that we must love him — 
Helpless as the lambs are we; 

But he very kindly tells us 

That our Shepherd he will be. 

Heavenly Shepherd, please to watch us, 
Guard us both by night and day; 

Pity show to little children, 

Who like lambs too often stray. 

We are always prone to wander, 

Please to keep us from each snare; 

Teach our infant hearts to praise thee 
For thy kindness and thy care. 


GO AND TELL JESUS 

Little child, when you’re at play 
Do you know that Jesus sees you? 

He it is who made the day, 

Sunshine, birds, and flowers, to please you. 
Oh, then thank him much, and pray 
To be grateful every day. 


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Little child, when you’re afraid 

Do you know that Christ is by you? 
Seek his care then — he has said, 


Ask, and I will not deny you.” 


And he never fails to hear: 

He will keep you, do not fear. 


Little child, when you are bad 

Do you think that Jesus knows it? 
Yes; and oh, it makes him glad 
When you’re sorry, and disclose it. 
Oh, then tell him quick, and pray 
To grow better every day. 



NEVER FORGET TO PRAY 

Never, my child, forget to pray, 
Whate’er the business of the day: 

If happy dreams have blessed thy sleep, 
If startling fears have made thee weep, 
With holy thoughts begin the day, 

And ne’er, my child, forget to pray. 


Pray him by whom the birds are fed 
To give to thee thy daily bread: 


ON EARTH AS IN HEAVEN 


187 


If wealth his bounty should bestow, 
Praise him from whom all blessings flow: 
If he who gave should take away, 

Oh, ne’er, my child, forget to pray! 

MORNING HYMN 

The morning bright 
With rosy light 
Has waked me from my sleep; 
Father, I own 
Thy love alone 
Thy little one doth keep. 

All through the day, 

I humbly pray, 

Be thou my guard and guide; 

My sins forgive, 

And let me live, 

Blest Jesus, near thy side. 

Oh, make thy rest 
Within my breast, 

Great Spirit of all grace; 

Make me like thee, 

Then I shall be 
Prepared to see thy face. 



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PRAISE 

Jesus, high in glory, 

Lend a listening ear; 

When we bow before thee, 
Infant praises hear. 

Though thou art so holy, 
Heaven’s almighty King, 

Thou wilt stoop to listen 
When thy praise we sing. 

We are little children, 

Weak and apt to stray; 

Saviour, guide and keep us 
In the heavenly way. 

Save us, Lord, from sinning, 
Watch us day by day; 

Help us now to love thee, 
Take our sins away. 

Then, when Jesus calls us 
To our heavenly home, 

We would gladly answer, 
“Saviour, Lord, we come.” 







ON EARTH AS IN HEAVEN 189 

I WOULD FOLLOW THEE 

Jesus, Saviour, Son of God, 

Who for me life’s pathway trod, 

Who for me became a child, 

Make me humble, meek, and mild. 

I thy little lamb would be; 

Jesus, I would follow thee: 

Samuel was thy child of old, 

Take me, too, within thy fold. 


MORNING PRAYER 

I thank thee, Lord, for quiet rest 
And for thy care of me; 

Oh, let me through this day be blest 
And kept from harm by thee. 


Oh, take my naughty heart away 
And make me clean and good; 
Lord Jesus, save my soul, I pray, 
And wash me in thy blood. 


Oh, let me love thee; kind thou art 
To children such as I: 







190 SONGS FOR THE LITTLE ONES 

Give me a gentle, holy heart; 

Be thou my Friend on high. 

Help me to please my parents dear 
And do whate’er they tell; 

Bless all my friends, both far and near 
And keep them safe and well. 


CHILDREN’S PRAYER 

Gracious Lord, we look to thee, 
Meek and humble may we be; 
Pride and anger put away, 

Make us better every day. 

Teach us for our friends to pray, 
And our parents to obey: 

Richest blessings from above 
Give them for their tender love. 


May we find the 
sweets of prayer 
Sweeter than our 
playtimes are, 
Love the Sabbath 
and the place 
Where we learn to 
seek thy face. 



ON EARTH AS IN HEAVEN 


191 


JESUS, TENDER SHEPHERD 

Jesus, tender Shepherd, hear me; 

Bless thy little lamb to-night: 

Through the darkness be thou near me, 
Watch my sleep till morning light. 

All this day thy hand has led me, 

And I thank thee for thy care; 

Thou hast clothed me, warmed and fed me. 
Listen to my evening prayer. 

Let my sins be all forgiven, 

Bless the friends I love so well; 

Take me when I die to heaven, 

Happy there with thee to dwell. 

— Mary Lundie Duncan. 

THE FIRST PRAYER 

Now I lay me down to sleep, 

I pray thee, Lord, my soul to keep; 

If I should die before I wake, 

I pray thee, Lord, my soul to take: 

And this 1 beg for Jesus’ sake. Amen. 




192 SONGS FOR THE LITTLE ONES 

EVENING PRAYER 

The sun has gone to rest, 

The bee forsakes the flower, 

The young bird slumbers in its nesi 
Within the leafy bower. 

Where have I been this day? 

Into what folly run? 

Forgive me, Father, when I pray, 
Through Jesus Christ thy Son. 


THE FATHER OF THE 
FATHERLESS 

Father, an orphan’s prayer receive, 
And listen to my plaintive cry; 
Thou only canst my wants relieve 
Who art my Father in the sky. 

Thy Word has promised all 1 need, 
More than a father’s, mother’s care; 
Thou wilt the hungry orphan feed, 
And always listen to his prayer. 





THE LORDS PRAYER 


K. E. C. 




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ON EARTH AS IN HEAVEN 195 

CHILDREN PRAISING THE 
SAVIOUR 

Hosannas were by children sung 
When Jesus was on earth; 

Then surely we are not too young 
To sound his praises forth. 

The Lord is great, the Lord is good; 

He feeds us from his store 
With earthly and with heavenly food; 
We’ll praise him evermore. 

We thank him for his gracious word, 

We thank him for his love; 

We’ll sing the praises of our Lord 
Who reigns in heaven above. 


OH, WHAT CAN LITTLE 
HANDS DO? 

Oh, what can little hands do 
To please the King of heaven? 
The little hands some work may try 
To help the poor in misery: 

Such grace to mine be given! 




196 SONGS FOR THE LITTLE ONES 

Oh, what can little lips do 

To please the King of heaven? 

The little lips can praise and pray, 

And gentle words of kindness say: 

Such grace to mine be given! 

Oh, what can little eyes do 
To please the King of heaven? 

The little eyes can upward look, 

Can learn to read God’s holy Book: 
Such grace to mine be given! 

Oh, what can little hearts do 
To please the King of heaven? 

The hearts, if God his Spirit send, 

Can love and trust their Saviour Friend 
Such grace to mine be given! 

Though small is all that we can do 
To please the King of heaven, 

When hearts and hands and lips unite 
To serve the Saviour with delight, 
They are most precious in his sight: 
Such grace to mine be given! 



ON EARTH AS IN HEAVEN 

A PRECIOUS TREASURE 

Holy Bible, book divine, 

Precious treasure, thou art mine; 
Mine, to tell me whence I came; 
Mine, to teach me what I am; 

Mine, to chide me when I rove; 
Mine, to show a Saviour’s love: 
Mine art thou, to guide my youth 
In the paths of love and truth; 

Mine, to comfort in distress, 

If the Holy Spirit bless; 

Mine, to show by living faith 
Man can triumph over death; 

Mine, to tell of joys to come, 

And the sinner’s dreadful doom. 

O thou precious book divine, 
Precious treasure, thou art mine 

THE COMMANDMENTS 

One God 1 must worship supreme, 
And ne’er before images bow; 

I must not speak lightly his name, 
But pay to my God every vow. 


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SONGS FOR THE LITTLE ONES 


I’m bound to remember with care 
The Sabbath so hallowed and pure; 

To honor my parents so dear, 

That my life may the longer endure. 

I never must steal, or consent 
To what is impure or untrue; 

I must not indulge discontent, 

Or covet my neighbor his due. 

Now help me, O Father in heaven, 

To keep these commandments with zeal, 

In the strength that through Jesus is given 
To those who are doing thy will. 


GOD’S NAME 


I must not use God’s name in vain, 

Or ever speak a word profane; 

For those who learn to curse and swear 
The children of the devil are. 

My little lips, oh, may they be 
Attuned, O Lord, to honor thee. 









200 SONGS FOR THE LITTLE ONES 

Through all this week what have I done? 

Have I been kind to all? 

Have I sought anything but fun, 

And run at every call? 

Have I been still when 1 was bid, 

And ceased to make a noise? 

Have I been good in all I did, 

At lessons or at toys? 

I’m naughty every day I live, 

Say many a foolish word, 

But God can pardon all my sins, 

Through Jesus Christ my Lord. 

A child’s low prayer he will not scorn; 

I’ll pray before 1 sleep, 

And ask his love, then rest till morn, 

For he my soul will keep. 

PREPARING FOR THE SABBATH 

Haste! put your playthings all away, 
To-morrow is the Sabbath-day: 

Come, bring to me your Noah’s ark, 

Your pretty tinkling music cart; 

Because, my love, you must not play, 

But holy keep the Sabbath-day. 







202 SONGS FOR THE LITTLE ONES 

In songs of love 
Praise God above — 

It is the Sabbath-day. 


THE BEST DAY 

How sweet is the Sabbath, the morning of 
rest, 

The day of the week which I surely love 
best; 

The morning my Saviour arose from the 
tomb, 

And took from the grave all its terror and 
gloom. 

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I be, 

I am not too young to 
be noticed by thee: 
Renew all my heart, 
keep me firm in 
thy ways; 

I would love thee, and 
serve thee, and give 
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THE SABBATH SCHOOL 

Will you come to our Sabbath School? 

I really wish you would; 

Oh, come and join our infant class, 
And learn how to be good. 

We learn to sing, we learn to pray, 

In our sweet Sabbath School; 

And here we learn of Jesus, too, 

Who gave the golden rule. 

I know I should not steal or use 
The smallest thing I see, 

Or what I should not like to lose, 

If it belonged to me. 

And this plain rule forbids me quite 
To strike an angry blow, 

Because 1 should not think it right 
If others served me so; 

But any kindness others need, 

I’ll do it cheerfully, 

As I am very glad indeed 





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DEAR LITTLE HEADS IN THE PEW 

In the morn of the holy Sabbath 
I like in the church to see 
The dear little children clustered 
And worshiping there with me. 

I am sure that the gentle pastor, 

Whose words are like summer dew, 

Is cheered as he gazes over 

The dear little heads in the pew. 

Faces earnest and thoughtful, 

Innocent, grave, and sweet — 

They look in the congregation 
Like lilies among the wheat. 

And I think that the tender Master, 

Whose mercies are ever new,. 

Has a special benediction 

For those dear little heads in the pew. 

When they hear, ‘ ‘The Lord is my Shepherd, ’ ’ 
Or, “Suffer the- babes to come,” 

They are glad that the loving Father 
Has given the lambs a home — 

A place of their own, with his people; 

He cares for me and for you. 


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But close to his breast he gathers 
Those dear little heads in the pew. 

So I love, in the great assembly, 

On the Sabbath morns to see 
The dear little children clustered 
And worshiping there with me. 

For I know that our Heavenly Father, 

Whose mercies are ever new, 

Has a special benediction 

For those dear little heads in the pew. 

— Margaret E. Sangster. 

THE GIVERS 

The Careless Penny went loudly in; 

It rattled and rang like a piece of tin; 

No prayer went with it, and nobody 
Was helped or gladdened, and sad was he — 
The poor little careless giver! 

The Selfish Penny sank heavily, 

Like a lump of lead, as it well might be; 

No love went with it. “I might have bought 
So much for myself!” was his only thought — 
The mean little selfish giver! 




ON EARTH AS IN HEAVEN 207 

The Loving Penny dropped softly down, 

Like red, red gold from a royal crown; 

Pity and love made his eyes grow dim 
As he gave his all, and the Lord loved him — 
The dear little cheerful giver! 

— Anna Burnham Bryant. 


WHAT LITTLE CHILDREN MAY DO 


Little hearts, O Lord, may love thee, 
Little minds may learn thy ways; 
Little hands and feet may serve thee, 
Little voices sing thy praise; 
Growing wiser, stronger, happier, 
Loving Jesus all their days. 


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SAMUEL 

When little Samuel woke 

And heard his Maker’s voice, 

At every word he spoke 
How much did he rejoice. 

0 blessed, happy child, to find 

The God of heaven so near and kind. 

If God would speak to me, 

And say he was my friend, 

How happy I should be, 

Oh, how I should attend! 

The smallest sin I then should fear, 

If God Almighty were so near. 

And does he never speak? 

Oh, yes; for in his Word 
He bids me come and seek 
The God that Samuel heard. 

In almost every page I see 
The God of Samuel calls to me. 

THE MISSIONARY SHIP 

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SONGS FOR THE LITTLE ONES 


As white upon the waters blue 
As doves in yonder sky. 

And men are glad the ships to watch 
That bring them many things, 

Silver and gold and raiment soft. 
Upon their broad white wings. 

But I would rather look upon 
The ship that goes afar, 

And takes our Saviour’s messengers 
Where heathen children are; 

And carries books, that they may read 
How kind our Lord has been; 

For such a ship, I know, must be 
The fairest ever seen. 


A SWARM OF BEES 

B patient, B prayerful, B humble, B mild, 
B wise as a Solon, B meek as a child; 

B studious, B thoughtful, B loving, B kind, 
B cautious, B prudent, B truthful, refined. 
B cheerful, B grateful, B hopeful, B firm, 

B peaceful, Benevolent, willing to learn; 






ON EARTH AS IN HEAVEN 211 


B temp’rate in everything, touching no wine, 
B careful of conduct, of money, of time. 

B courteous, B gentle, B liberal, B just, 

B bold and B humble, because thou art dust; 
B penitent, circumspect, sound in the faith, 
Be active, devoted, and faithful till death. 


A BIT OF A SERMON 


Whatsoe’er you find to do, 

Do it, boys, with all your might! 
Never be a little true, 

Or a little in the right. 

Trifles even 
Lead to heaven, 

Trifles make the life of man; 

So in all things, 

Great or small things, 

Be as thorough as you can. 


Let no speck their surface dim — 
Spotless truth and honor bright! 

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SONGS FOR THE LITTLE ONES 


Little atoms when we speak, 

May deceive me, 

But believe me, 

To himself he is a sneak! 

Help the weak if you are strong. 
Love the old if you are young, 
Own a fault if you are wrong, 

If you’re angry, hold your tongue. 
In each duty 
Lies a beauty, 





ON EARTH AS IN HEAVEN 


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Whatsoe’er you find to do, 

Do it, then, with all your might; 

Let your prayers be strong and true — 
Prayer, my lads, will keep you right. 
Pray in all things, 

Great and small things, 

Like a Christian gentleman; 

And for ever, 

Failing never, 

Be as thorough as you can. 



DEATH AND THE RESURRECTION 

“How still the baby’s lying, 

I cannot hear his breath: 

They told me he was dying; 

They tell me this is death. 

My little song-book bringing, 

1 sat down by his bed 
To soothe his pains by singing — 

They hushed me; he was dead. 





SONGS FOR THE LITTLE ONES 



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“They say that he will, rising, 
More beautiful appear: 

The story is surprising; 

Explain it, mother dear.” 

“Dear daughter, you remember 
The cold, dark thing you brought 
One morning in September — 

A withered worm, you thought. 





“I told you God had power 
That withered shell to break, 
And from it in an hour 
A lovely form to take. 

And now you see before you 
The empty casement lies, 

And, robed in splendor, o’er you 
The new-born being flies.” 

“Oh, yes, mamma; how brightly 
It spreads its golden wings, 

And flies away so lightly, 

The gayest of gay things. 

And God can give my brother 
An equal power to rise 
From this life to another 
And dwell above the skies.” 



ON EARTH AS IN HEAVEN 


THE HAPPY LAND 

There is a happy land, 

Far, far away, 

Where saints in glory stand, 
Bright, bright as day. 

Oh, how they sweetly sing, 

“Worthy is our Saviour King; 

Loud let his praises ring, 

Praise, praise for aye.” 

Come to that happy land, 

Come, come away; 

Why will ye doubting stand, 
Why still delay? 

Oh, we shall happy be, 

When, from sin and sorrow free, 

Lord, we shall live with thee, 
Blest, blest for aye. 

Bright, in that happy land, 

Beams every eye; 

Kept by a Father’s hand, 

Love cannot die. 

Oh, then to glory run, 


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SONGS FOR THE LITTLE ONES 


Be a crown and kingdom won; 

And bright, above the sun, 

We reign for aye. 

THE NEWCOMER IN HEAVEN 

“Oh, what do you think the angels say?” 

Said the children up in heaven. 

“There’s a dear little girl coming home to- 
day: 

She’s almost ready to fly away 

From the earth we used to live in. 

Let’s go and open the gates of pearl, 

Open them wide for the new little girl,” 
Said the children up in heaven. 

“God wanted her here where his little ones 
meet, ” 

Said the children up in heaven; 

“She shall play with us in the golden street. 
She had grown too fair, she had grown too 
, sweet, 

For the earth we used to live in. 

She needed the sunshine, this dear little girl, 
That gilds this side of the gates of pearl,” 
Said the children up in heaven. 





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“So the King called down from the angels’ 
dome,’’ 

Said the children up in heaven: 

“ ‘My little darling, arise and come 
To the place prepared in thy Father’s home, 
The home that my children live in.’ 

Let’s go and watch at the gates of pearl, 
Ready to welcome the new little girl,’’ 

Said the children up in heaven. 


“Far down on the earth do you hear them 
weep ? ’ ’ 

Said the children up in heaven, 

“For the dear little girl has gone to sleep! 
The shadows fall and the night-clouds sweep 
O’er the earth that we used to live in: 

But we’ll go and open the gates of pearl— 
Oh, why do they weep for their dear little 
girl?” 

Said the children up in heaven. 


“Fly with her quickly, O angels dear,’’ 

Said the children up in heaven. 

“See. she is coming! Look there — look 


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Ah, hush, hush, hush!” All the swift wings 
furl, 

For the King himself at the gates of pearl 
Is taking her hand, dear, tired little girl. 

And leading her into heaven! 


CHILDREN’S PRAISES 

Around the throne of God in heaven 
Thousands of children stand — 
Children whose sins are all forgiven, 

A holy, happy band, 

Singing, Glory, glory, 

Glory be to God on high. 

What brought them to that world above, 
That heaven so bright and fair, 

Where all is peace and joy and love, 
How came those children there? 

Because the Saviour shed his blood 
To wash away their sin: 

Bathed in that pure and precious blood, 
Behold them white and clean, 

Singing, Glory, glory, 

Glory be to God on high. 










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ONCE IN ROYAL DAVID’S CITY 

Once in royal David’s city 
Stood a lowly cattle-shed, 

Where a mother laid her Baby 
In a manger for his bed. 

Mary was that mother mild, 

Jesus Christ her little Child. 

He came down to earth from heaven. 
Who is God and Lord of all, 

And his shelter was a stable, 

And his cradle was a stall. 

With the poor and mean and lowly 
Lived on earth our Saviour holy. 

For he is our childhood’s pattern, 

Day by day like us he grew; 

He was little, weak and helpless, 

Tears and smiles like us he knew. 
And he feeleth for our sadness, 

And he shareth in our gladness. 

And our eyes at last shall see him, 
Through his own redeeming love. 
For that Child so dear and gentle 
Is our Lord in heaven above. 







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SONGS FOR THE LITTLE ONES 


In each young heart you meet him, 

In every guileless face 

You see the holy Jesus 

Who grew in truth and grace. 

Then sing your gladsome carols, 

And hail the new-born Son; 

For Christmas light is passing bright, 
It smiles on every one. 

And feast Christ’s little children, 

His poor, his orphan call; 

For he who chose the manger 
He loveth one and all. 


WHILE SHEPHERDS WATCHED 
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While shepherds watched their flocks by night, 
All seated on the ground, 

The angel of the Lord came down, 

And glory shone around. 

“Fear not,” said he — for mighty dread 
Had seized their troubled mind — 

“Glad tidings of great joy I bring 
To you and all mankind.” 




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“To you, in David’s town this day, 

Is born of David’s line 
A Saviour, who is Christ the Lord, 

And this shall be the sign: 

The heavenly Babe you there shall find 
To human view displayed, 

All meanly wrapt in swathing bands, 
And in a manger laid. ’’ 


Thus spake the seraph, and forthwith 
Appeared a shining throng 
Of angels praising God, and thus 
Addressed their joyful song: 

“All glory be to God on high, 

And to the earth be peace: 

Good-will henceforth, from heaven to men, 
Begin and never cease.’’ 


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In our hearts this Jesus. 

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Hush, my dear, lie still and slumber; 

Holy angels guard thy bed; 

Heavenly blessings without number 
Gently falling on thy head. 

Soft and easy is thy cradle; 

Coarse and hard thy Saviour lay 
When his birthplace was a stable, 

And his softest bed was hay. 

See the kindly shepherds round him, 

Telling wonders from the sky; 

Where they sought him, there they found him, 
With his virgin mother by. 

Lo, he slumbers in the manger 
Where the horned oxen fed! 

Peace, my darling, here’s no danger, 

Oxen stand not near thy bed. 

Mayst thou live to know and fear him, 

Trust and love him all thy days; 

Then go dwell forever near him, 

See his face and sing his praise! 

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God wants the boys with all their joys, 
That he as gold may make them pure, 
And teach them hardness to endure; 
His heroes brave he’ll have them be, 
Fighting for truth and purity. 








SONGS FOR THE LITTLE ONES 


Except one sturdy gander 

That thought to show us fight. 

But ah! we knew a thing or two — 

Our captain wheeled the van; 

We routed him, we scouted him, 

Nor lost a single man! 

Our captain was as brave a lad 
As e’er commission bore; 

And brightly shone his new tin sword; 

A paper cap he wore. 

He led us up the steep hillside, 

Against the western wind, 

While the cockerel plume which decked his 
head 

Streamed bravely out behind. 

We shouldered arms, we carried arms, 

We charged the bayonet, 

And woe unto the mullein-stalk 
That in our course we met. 

At two o’clock the roll we called, 

And till the close of day, 

With fearless hearts though tired limbs, 
We fought the mimic fray 
Till the supper-bell, from out the dell, 
Bade us march, march away. 



HEROES AND PATRIOTS 

HOW BIG WAS ALEXANDER, PA? 

“How big was Alexander, pa, 

That people call him great? 

Was he like old Goliath tall, 

His spear a hundred weight? 

“Was he so large that he could stand 
Like some tall steeple high, 

And while his feet were on the ground 
His hands could touch the sky?” 

“Oh! no, my child; about as large 
As I or Uncle James. 

’Twasnot his stature made him great, 

But greatness of his name.” 

“His name so great? I know ’tis long, 
But easy quite to spell; 

And more than half a year ago 
I knew it very well.” 

“I mean, my child, his actions were 
So great he got a name 

That everybody speaks with praise 
Who tells about his fame.” 





SONGS FOR THE LITTLE ONES 


“Well, what great actions did he do? 

I want to know it all. 

“Why, he it was that conquered Tyre 
And leveled down her wall, 

“And thousands of her people slew, 

And then to Persia went, 

And fire and sword on every side 
Through many a region sent. 

“A hundred conquered cities shone 
With midnight burnings red; 

And, strewed o’er many a battle-ground, 
A thousand soldiers bled.” 

“Did killing people make him great? 

Then why was Abdel Young, 

Who killed his neighbor training-day, 
Put into jail and hung? 

“I never heard them call him great.” 

“Why, no — ’twas not in war, 

And him that kills a single man 
His neighbors all abhor.” 

“Well, then, if I should kill a man, 

I’d kill a hundred more: 




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THE HEROIC BOY 


The boy stood on the burning deck, 
Whence all but him had fled; 

The flames that lit the battle’s wreck 
Shone round him o’er the dead. 


Yet beautiful and bright he stood, 
As born to rule the storm; 

A creature of heroic blood, 

A brave though childlike form. 


The flames rolled on — he would not go 
Without his father’s word; 

That father, faint in death below, 

His voice no longer heard. 


He called aloud — “Say, father, say 
If yet my task is done!” 

He knew not that the chieftain lay 
Unconscious of his son. 


“Speak, father!” once again he cried, 
“If I may yet be gone;” 

And but the booming shots replied, 
And fast the flames rolled on. 



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Upon his brow he felt their breath, 

And in his waving hair, 

And looked from that lone post of death 
In still yet brave despair; 

And shouted but once more aloud, 

“My father, must I stay?” 

While o’er him fast, through sail and shroud, 
The wreathing fires made way. 

They wrapped the ship in splendor wild, 
They caught the flag on high, 

And streamed above the gallant child 
Like banners in the sky. 


There came a burst of thunder-sound — 
The boy — oh, where was he? 

Ask of the winds that far around 





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SONGS FOR THE LITTLE ONES 


THE LEAK IN THE DIKE 

A STORY OF HOLLAND 

The good dame looked from her cottage 
At the close of the pleasant day, 

And cheerily called to her little son 
Outside the door at play: 

“Come, Peter, come! I want you to go, 
While there is light to see, 

To the hut of the blind old man who lives 
Across the dike, for me. 

And take these cakes I made for him — 
They are hot and smoking yet; 

You have time enough to go and come 
Before the sun is set." 

Then the good wife turned to her labor, 
Humming a simple song, 

And thought of her husband, working hard 
At the sluices all day long, 

And set the turf ablazing 

And brought the coarse black bread, 

That he might find a fire at night, 

And find the table spread. 




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Yet he somehow caught the brightness 
Which his voice and presence lent, 

And he felt the sunshine come and go 
As Peter came and went. 

And now, as the day was sinking 
And the winds began to rise, 

The mother looked from her door again, . 

Shading her anxious eyes. 

She saw the shadows deepen 

And birds to their homes come back, 
But never a sign of Peter 
Along the level track. 

But she said: “He will come at morning, 
So I need not fret or grieve; 

Though it isn’t like my boy at all 
To stay without my leave.” 

But where was the child delaying? 

On the homeward way was he 
And across the dike while the sun was up 
An hour above the sea. 

He was stopping now to gather flowers, 
Now listening to the sound 
As the angry waters dashed themselves 
Against their narrow bound. 







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243 


“Oh, well for us,” said Peter, 

“That the gates are good and strong 

And my father tends them carefully, 

Or they would not hold you long. 

You’re a wicked sea,” said Peter; 

“I know why you fret and chafe; 

You would like to spoil our lands and homes, 
But our sluices keep you safe. 

But hark! through the noise of waters 
Comes a low, clear, trickling sound; 

And the child’s face pales with terror 
And his blossoms drop to the ground. 

He is up the bank in a moment 
And, stealing through the sand, 

He sees a stream not yet so large 
As his slender childish hand. 

’ Tis a leak in the dike ! He is but a boy, 
Unused to fearful scenes; 

But young as he is he has learned to know 
The dreadful thing that means. 

A leak in the dike! The stoutest heart 
Grows faint that cry to hear, 

And the bravest man in all the land 
Turns white with mortal fear; 






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SONGS FOR THE LITTLE ONES 


For he knows that the smallest leak may grow 
To a flood in a single night; 

And he knows the strength of the cruel sea 
When loosed in its angry might. 

And the boy! He has seen the danger, 

And shouting a wild alarm, 

He forces back the weight of the sea 
With the strength of his single arm 
He listens for the joyful sound 
Of a footstep passing nigh; 

He lays his ear to the ground, to catch 
The answer to his cry. 

And he hears the rough winds blowing 
And the waters rise and fall, 

But never an answer comes to him 
Save the echo of his call. 

He sees no hope, no succor, 

His feeble voice is lost; 

Yet what shall he do but watch and wait 
Though he perish at his post? 

So, faintly calling and crying 
Till the sun is under the sea, 

Crying and moaning till the stars 
Come out for company, 


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245 



He thinks of his brother and sister 
Asleep in their safe warm bed; 

He thinks of his father and mother; 

Of himself as dying — and dead; 

And of how, when the night is over, 

They must come and find him at last; 

But he never thinks he can leave the place 
Where duty holds him fast. 

The good dame in the cottage 
Is up and astir with the light, 

For the thought of her little Peter 
Has been with her all the night. 

And now she watches the pathway 
As yester eve she had done; 

But what does she see so strange and black 
Against the rising sun? 

Her neighbors are bearing between them 
Something straight to her door; 

Her child is coming home, but not 
As he ever came before. 

“He is dead,” she cries, “my darling!" 
And the startled father hears, 

And comes and looks the way she looks 
And fears the 





246 


SONGS FOR THE LITTLE ONES 


Till a glad shout from the hearers 
Thrills the stricken man and wife — 

“Give thanks, for your son has saved our 
land 

And God has saved his life!” 

So there in the morning sunshine 
They knelt about the boy; 

And every head was bared and bent 
In tearful, reverent joy. 

’Tis many a year since then; but still, 

When the sea roars like a flood, 

Their boys are taught what a boy can do 
Who is brave and true and good. 

And every man in that country 
Takes his small son by the hand 
And tells him of little Peter 
Whose courage saved the land. 

They have many a valiant hero 
Remembered through the years, 

But never one whose name so oft 
Is named with loving tears. 

And his deed shall be sung at the cradle, 

And told to the child on the knee, 

So long as the dikes of Holland 
Divide the land from the sea. 



Heroes and patriots 


‘IN GOD WE TRUST” 


247 


No need of blazoned shield 
To mark our country’s story ; 

No need of battle’s gory field 
To tell of fame and glory; 

These are but baubles in the dust; 

Here rests our fame — “In God we trust! ’ y 

He whose unerring hand 

Guides nations in their blindness 
Doth wield at once, in every land, 

The scepter of his kindness. 

He is the Good, the Great, the Just: 

This is our strength — “In God we trust!” 

But speed the day when we, 

A great and glorious nation, 

In right and might, 
on land and sea, 

Are Christ’s 
in imitation, 

Striving for this — 
and strive we must — 

Our motto is, 

“In God we trust!” 






SONGS FOR THE LITTLE ONES 

COUNTRY, ’TIS OF THEE 

My country, ’tis of thee, 

Sweet land of liberty, 

Of thee I sing; 

Land where my fathers died, 

Land of the Pilgrims’ pride, 

From ev’ry mountain-side 
Let freedom ring. 


Let music swell the breeze, 
And ring from all the trees, 
Sweet freedom’s song; 

Let mortal tongues awake, 
Let all who breathe partake, 
Let rocks their silence break, 
The sound prolong. 

Our fathers’ God, to thee, 
Author of liberty, 

To thee we sing: 

Long may our land be bright 
With freedom’s holy light; 
Protect us by thy might, 
Great God, our King. 



—Mil 



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The ocean eagle soared 

From his nest by the white wave’s foam, 
And the rocking pines of the forest roared — 
This was their welcome home. 




What sought they thus afar? 

Bright jewels from the mine? 

The wealth of seas, the spoils of war? 

They sought a faith’s pure shrine. 

Ay, call it holy ground, 

The soil where first they trod — 

They have left unstained what there they 
found, 

Freedom to worship God. 

— Mrs. Hemans. 





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Breathes there a man with soul so dead 
Who never to himself hath said, 

“This is my own, my native land !” 
Whose heart hath ne’er within him burned 
As home his footsteps he hath turned 
From wandering on a foreign strand! 

If such there breathe, go, mark him well : 
For him no minstrel raptures swell: 

High though his titles, proud his name, 
Boundless his wealth as wish can claim, 
Despite those titles, power, and pelf, 

The wretch, concentered all in self, 

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INDEX 



254 


Go and Tell Jesus, 185 
God is in Heaven, 177 
God, the Creator, 178 
God’s Name, 198 
Going to Rest, 77 
Golden Rule, The, 62 
Good Name, A, 65 
Good-night, 21, 73 
Good Shepherd, The, 185 
Grandpa and Me, 31 


Happy Childhood, 156 
Happy Helen, 59 
Happy Land, The, 215 
“He Giveth Us All 
Things,” 164 
Hen and Chickens, 91 
Heroic Boy, The, 238 
Ho for Slumberland, 78 
Honest Boy, The, 60 
How Big was Alexander, 
Pa? 235 

How I Love, 58 
How Selfish It Is! 44 
Hushaby, 18 


“In God We Trust, ”247 
Is It You? 68 
I will be Good To-day, 
60 

I Would Follow Thee, 
189 


Jack Frost, 139 
Jesus, Tender Shepherd, 
191 

John White and His Kite, 
166 


Kindness to Animals, 87 


Kitty and Mousie, 86 


Lamb’s Lullaby, The, 122 
Landing of the Pilgrims, 
The, 249 

Leak in the Dike, The, 
240 

Learning to Walk, 22 
Lie, The, 61 
Like Jesus, 184 
Little, but Wise, 83 
Little Dog, 84 
Little Fish, The, 127 
Little Neighbors, 36 
Little Star, 73, 162 
Love at Home, 28 
Love One Another, 26 
Love Y our Little Brother, 
24 


Mary and Her Little 
Lamb, 125 

Master Has Come Over 
Jordan, The, 182 
Meddlesome Mattie, 63 
Merry Fly, The, 118 
Merry Raindrops, 149 
Missionary Ship, The, 
209 

Moon, The, i62 
Morning, 21, 50 
Morning Hymn, 187 
Morning Prayer, 189 
My Brother, 23 
My Country, ’Tis of 
Thee, 248 
My Doll, 170 
My Father Blessed Me, 
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INDEX 


255 


My Kite, 166 
My Little Pony, 168 
My Mother, 13 
My Pussy, 84 
My Shadow, 172 
My Tame Squirrel, 120 

Naughty Chick, The, 90 
Never Forget to Pray, 
186 

Newcomer in Heaven, 
The, 216 

North Wind, The, 141 

Of What are Y our Clothes 
Made? 126 

Oh, What Can Little 
Hands Do? 195 
O Little Town of Beth- 
lehem, 221 

Once in Royal David’s 
City, 223 

Orphan Flower-girl, The, 
40 

Papa is Coming, 14 
Peacock, The, 111 
Persevere, 66 
Pet Lamb, The, 129 
Poor Robin, 93 
Praise, 188 

Precious Treasure, A, 
197 

Preparing for the Sabbath, 
200 

Pretty Bee, 117 
Prince Comes! The, 16 

Reindeer and the Rabbit, 
The, 128 


Ring Out the Bells for 
Christmas, 225 
Robin Redbreast’s Se- 
cret, 94 

Robin Redbreasts, The, 
93 

Run and Play, 173 

Sabbath Morning, 201 
Sabbath School, The, 204 
Samuel, 209 
Saturday Night, 171 
Setting Sun, The, 159 
Seven Times One, 158 
Shadows, The, 70 
Sled-ride, The, 165 
Sleep, Baby! Sleep! 20 
Sleigh-ride, The, 164 
Snow, The, 138 
Snow-bird’s Song, The, 
103 

Snowdrop, The, 150 
Snowflakes, 139 
Snow-shower, The, 142 
Song to Bring Sleep, A. 
74 

So Safe! 179 

Sparrow in the Snow, 
The, 104 

Spider and the Fly, The, 
114 

Squirrel’s Arithmetic, 
The, 121 

Star of the East, 224 
Stars are Coming, The, 
161 

Sum of the Command- 
ments, 199 
Summer-time, 155 





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INDEX 




Sun, Moon and Stars, 160 
Swarm of Bees, A, 210 
Sweetly Sleep, 20 
Swing, The, 169 
Sympathy, 27 

Temperance Song, A, 95 
Ten Commandments, 
The, 199 

That Sweet Story of Old, 
179 

Thinking of Mercies, 46 
Through the Year, 137 
Thunderstorm, The, 154 
Time, 56 
Trust and Try, 65 
Turtle-doves, The, 108 
Two Little Tempers, 62 


Up Early, 55 

Violet, The, 152 
Voice of Spring, The, 146 

Walk in Spring, A, 147 Young Soldiers, 233 


Wanderings of the Birds, 
The, 107 
We are Seven, 28 
Welcome, 15 
What I Hate, 53 
What I Love, 54 
What Little Children May 
Do, 207 

What the Winds Bring, 
143 

When Father Comes 
Home, 10 

When the Cows Come 
Home, 88 

Where do you Come 
from, Baby Dear? 17 
Where is God? 164 
While ShepherdsWatched 
their Flocks by Night, 
226 

Why should I Fear? 74 
Works of God, The, 163 


SONGS WITH MUSIC 


Lightly Row, 174 

Little Drops of Water, 
57 

Lord’s Prayer, The, 194 
Slumber Islands, 79 
Sweet Story of Old, That, 
181 

Wind Song, 145 




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